I've got this song in my head..

Oh my love it's you that I dream of
Oh my love, since that day
Somewhere in my heart I'm always dancing with you in the summer rain
Doesn't matter what I do now
Doesn't matter what I say
Somewhere in my heart I'm always dancing with you in the summer rain

I'm officially cursed with bad music.

Oh, and has anyone come across this site? http://www.bookcrossing.com/
It's seems like a great idea- and i actually tried to find a few books that were supposedly around my area, but alas, my search was fruitless.

And this: http://www.sydmob.com/mob_twenty.html
If only i were in Sydney! how random.

Don't you just hate it when you see something in the shops and are so undecisive that you leave it.. Only to have that item plague you in your sleep, so that eventually that's all you can think about. And then, to put yourself out of misery, you go back to that shop some time later only to realise that you are a few months too late, and that item is no longer being sold anywhere- in the universe- aside from Guatamala... or Tasmania.

Yep-

They say you agonise over the most menial decisions, whilst the quickest decisions you make are in emergency situations.

It's the last day of school before our week long break- Kind of an anticlimax because there's no exams to celebrate completing.

It's raining though, which is great news! I love the smell of the damp rain, and the sound it makes when it patters on the roof. Very reminiscent of Sydney during winter. It is times like these when i would be curled up in bed with a book.

The last day of May! Already!

This is the inside of the tent of Cirque du Soleil.

The green label on the microscope says,"This device does not store or record the date and is not affected by the Year 2000.

Ahhh... the year 2000- The year that machines were supposed to take over the world, the year that was spent trying to arrive at a new word to describe the 00's.. (No conclusion was reached.. yet), the year that Britney was still declaring herself untouched (And look at her now).
The memories.

And whoooooooooooooooo!!!! I can Blog from home at last! No more month long periods between posting.

Btw, move over Big Banana... Here comes Larry the Large Lobster... hehehe...

Poppers. My roommate misheard me, she thought I had said Boppers. I explained what I meant. "Oh", she said, "You mean a 'Juice Box'" No, I mean a popper.

Which lead me to a revealation- Sydney-ians are the only people who call poppers poppers! People from Adelaide, Melbourne, Canada and America call them juice boxes!!!!!

Weird..

Real weird...