coughing up a lung

My mum made me drink cough medicine. It tasted like liquorice. I felt as if I were five again. Except instead of only taking 4 mls, I had to take 10mls.

Anyway, I was listening to the radio - which is a rare thing for me - and each song I heard reminded me of a certain time in my life or certain people in my life. They were as follows...

Dee-Lite - Groove is in the Heart: my mate Lee and I will dance to this song no matter where we are.
East 17 - S.A.D (stay another day): my sister and I would alternate giving each other the same East 17 CD over and over again each Christmas for 5 years until I got so frustrated with not getting a real gift, I snapped it.
Backstreet Boys - Backstreet's Back: being 14 again and having an argument over Howie D's sex appeal...or lack of.
Moloko - Bring it Back: being 17 in the winter and feeling nervous about kissing my new boyfriend for the first time.
And finally,
Scissor Sisters - Laura: a very drunken night in the valley. One that would consist of dancing, grabbing, a discussion about the concept of time and a random dry hump from someone.

In other news...I'm planning something HUGE...

Emu Fries

I have always thought my life was simply average. However, the simplicity of my life is often disrupted by unnecessary, but brilliant, chaos.

For example...one day, back in 1999, my friends and I were doing what we usually do at 7.55am in the morning, ie walking to school. A friend of mine, L was just telling us how nervous she was to be starting her first job after school at Target. She had been wanting to save some money for the ski trip the following year, so needless to say, she was also super excited.

It was a crisp morning, cold. And the ground was covered with morning dew. We were about 75 metres from school.

All of a sudden, in mid conversation, L slowly tumbled down beside the sidewalk. Rinna and I were walking behind, having our own discussion when we heard "AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!" We looked up and L was in a heap on the cold, wet grass. She looked up at us and said with an unnerving shrill, "I heard a BIG FAT CLICK!", while pointing at her ankle. Rinna and I picked her up and carried her to the nearest seat, in absolute hysterics. L was in tears - scared she was going to lose the job she never started. L had thought she's broken her foot - when Rinna and I had known she only rolled her ankle. Rinna ran up to the school and got the Home Ec teacher to drive 75 metres down the street to get L and take her to the doctor. L got an ice pack from the doctor and seven hours later, was officially on the 'tidy-team' at Target.

Since the "BIG FAT CLICK" day, back in 1999, L has never been taken seriously.