So anyways, i think i've told the whole of Northern Sydney community this, but yesterday, i went to Meadowbank Park with my parents LOL in an attempt to get fit. They kinda forced me to go actually...i wanted to go walk nearby but they insisted on going there. So i came across this tyre swing thing, and seeing people have so much fun on them in movies, i decided to give it a go. I got one foot in, but it was so high up i had to like jump to get my other foot in. Finally, with difficulty, i got into the tyre swing...swing tyre? tyre swing. SHIT MAN MY THIGHS WERE FELT LIKE THESE KNIVES WERE CUTTING THROUGH MY FAT. (which would be quite good coz then i'd have to get surgery and they can meanwhile do some liposuction LOL) But yeah dude, i was also wearing shorts yesterday which made it even farking worse. So i had enough of the pain and i decided to get out. I was squirming and screaming, trying to get my legs onto the ground, while the tyre was cutting through my beautiful, tender thigh fillets...but the ground was so farking far down, and i couldn't exit the way i got out by taking my legs out first, so there i sat, farking screaming in pain...while my parents were laughing at me. I was farking stuck in a farking tyre. So then my dad got me out. Wow that just sounded like a story a 6 year old would tell. BUT SHIZ BRU, MOST MOTHERFARKING EMBARRASSING EVENT YET. AND DUDE WHEN I WAS ON THE TYRE, I COULDN'T EVEN SWING PROPERLY. WHAT THE SHIZ IS WITH THOSE ACTORS/ ACTRESSES, SMILING JOYOUSLY IN A FIELD OF DAISIES AND LUSH GREEN GRASS, WITH THE SUN SETTING BEHIND THEM, GOLDEN HAIR FLYING IN SLOW MOTION. COZ THAT AIN'T WHAT HAPPENED TO ME.
Anyway, i just realised i forgot to give Jess her tennis Freddo tattoo.
LOL and last night. OH LAST NIGHT ;) no.
So last night i was sleeping in my bed trying to fall asleep while patting my eeyore (yes that sounds childish and uncool) but it's a really cute toy coz it's purple and it's smile is so fricken adorable and it's fat and plump and sad-looking. So yeah i was nursing my eeyore, and suddenly my bro comes and opens my door, enters my room without permission and takes the eeyore out of my hands, saying "This is the Stolen Generation". HAHAHHAHAAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHHAHAH i thought that was pretty funny. OF COURSE NOT THAT THE STOLEN GENERATION IS FUNNY. In fact it is no laughing matter. The suffering and pain they have gone through...you know....we must pay our respects to the Darug and Gu-Ring-Gai People as i discussed with Jess today :D Lest we forget. ACTUALLY THAT REMINDS ME OF SOMETHING. It's actually serious...for once. Before the yearlies, we watched the "Bringing them Home" Vid for the 193rd time, and this time i actually listened...and there was this woman who was like "If ANZAC Day commemorates the ANZACs who underwent suffering, isolation and removal from their families to fight in the war and are remembered, where's our (Stolen Gen.) Lest we Forget?" Well it was something along those lines, and it was totally a wake up call which inspired me to.......do something about it........Sure, the ANZACs dudes went through all that shiz, but so did the Aboriginals...so where is their commemoration thing? HUH? HUH? HUH?
Wow typing that just touched my heart.
~heelorli
