Wagged class and definitely cashed in on the sleep-in. I did only make it to 9:30 but then lay in bed for another hour, which is something I don’t normally. I justified it by a lot of of ‘thinking’ and acknowldeging the good lot of free hours I had ahead of me.
Made myself a decent breakfast and fed the dog around lunchtime. Poor dog.
Cleaned my room, not extensively but it’s looking far better and letting me, however strange this sounds, relax a bit more. Messy room = Bec is stressed out about something in some round about way, reflects the state of my mind I think.
I worked on some homework related stuff and didn’t get quite as organised as I had wanted to, but thats okay.
At 3pm I drove up and got Sam, we then went to fuel up. Its been a very long time since I put gas in a car – petrol yes but not gas, glad I was reminded (thanks Sam) that you have to screw it in beforehand or I would have been rather confused. Lalala. No I don’t ‘do’ the mechanical thing.
Out to Chateau Yerring (again) for afternoon tea (well coffee) and then I went and used up my film, which was the goal of the time aside from spending time w/ a friend. Sam messed with my digital – some mighty fine results I might add (hers, not sure about mine yet)
Returned home. Ate some dinner and then left to join Jess, her brother David and her dad to use up the free prescreening tickets I scored from Hoyts (above Dymocks) for The Worlds Fastest Indian not as bad as it sounds. Quite enjoyable really. The New Zealand accent of Anthony Hopkins wasn’t quite perfect and some of the jokes were very lame, but not bad, not bad.
The tyres on the blue car are crap. I skidded several times coming home (it being wet) and I was hardly going fast.
Did the present giving thing this evening as Laura has to leave at some ridiculous hour in the morning. Mum got me the 1001 Books you must read before you die book. I’ve flicked through it, and I’ve got a heck of a lot more to read yet :S Other noteable present was the tshirt (Laura also got one) with two Peanuts characters on it – one with glasses one without. This is mum doing something sort of tacky and lame and funny. We’ll have to be immature and wear them on the same day now. Same colour and everything. Haven’t done the dress the same thing for a long long time. Maybe she forgot we’re turning 20?