as the title suggests...it's been a while.
It's now like almost half way through November, and I gotta tell you...not much has been happening.
I was house sitting for four days the other day, and like last time, an intense saga happened on the first day. Let me tell you about it.
So at my house, I wanted to do a load of washing so I had some clothes for you know...wearing. So a few days before this, the machine (which, might I add, is over 20 years old now) stopped working. We had the machine people out and blah blah blah, the machine shorted out and stopped working forever. You know when the machine shorted out and stopped working forever though? Just after it filled with water with my entire wardrobe in it. So there I was, half an hour after I loaded it up, we were like 'hang on, why isn't the machine going? (It's usually really loud) Surely, it wouldn't be finished yet!' So my nana and I went to check on it, and sure enough, the whole damn thing was full to the top and NOT WORKING! Nana and I ended up taking EVERYTHING out of the machine, bearing in mind that everything is dirty and now soaked in water and washing detergent. So nana and I had to get it all out of the machine and wring it all out (wring out my DIRTY, USED CLOTHES) (I'm shouting because of how gross it was) (The shouting is the capital letters bits) After nana and I emptied the machine of my dirty clothes, I had to go to the house because it was getting late and I had to feed the animals there. With all the clothes in a washing basket and soaked, it was really heavy, but I managed to get it back to the house. Once there, I fed the animals and went to do a load of washing in their washing machine. The taps were turned off and unmarked (like, hot and cold marked. They weren't) (weren't marked that is) So I just turned them both on equally, filled the machine with my wet clothes and threw in some powder and softener and stuff and let it do it's thing and went and had a shower. I come back 15 minutes later and my clothes are boiling in a puddle of water in the machine. By this time it was like 9.30 and I'd had enough of this shit so I took everything out of the machine and hung it up and decided to deal with it the next day. Then, because I was really upset and convinced that all my clothes, ALL MY CLOTHES, were ruined, I sat in the lounge room watching the movie Zoolander, and I ate chocolate, and chips and drank coca-cola and ate ice cream. Because that's how I cheer myself up. I'm a fat bitch. Deal with it. Does anyone even read this?
Here's some photos
Giant lolly pop
At Dreamworld, this way, I don't feel so bad about eating unhealthy stuff haha
I look incredibly ethnic in this photo.
Anyway, in order of appearance above: Dylan (my brother's friend), Gabriel Iglasias (the well known comedian, also known as 'Fluffy), me, and my brother Johnny
You should be jealous that I met Gabriel Iglasias, he's kind of a big deal!
Over and out!
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