My 10th or so Easter Show Experience!!

For those who've been around me for a while or who've seen the wardrobe in our house toppling with showbags collected from years gone by, they'll know that Easter for me means..the ROYAL EASTER SHOW! So every year, provided I'm in town, I celebrate the release of showbags on my msn status (which sadly won't ever happen again on msn!), I print off vouchers and daily highlight plans- where I diligently highlight events and their times-more diligently then any homework I've ever done, I check the weather in advance for the perfect day and I try and rally up my friends and persuade them to come to the show with me; flooding them with stories of food dome sampling, sheep shearing, pig racing, showbag buying fun. Usually I'm pretty unsuccessful and I end up dragging along my trusty family, something they've become pretty accustomed to since I was about 5. This year was yet again one of those years where finding a non related willing person who didn't scorn the show as a place for little kids was almost impossible (although the rows of parked prams outside the farmyard nursery was pretty impressive); so I went with my cousin.

Arriving at 11am I got my free, well free after I paid the entry fee, breakfast at the cereal store, and was greeted by the smiling faces of the 1D truck. My day could not've started better! We did the typical yearly stuff; ate dagwood dogs, were starstruck by the Wiggles, watched racing pigs through a gap in the cloth under the stands, ate oysters at the food dome and patted alpacas.

This year I bought 3 showbags; which I admit were pretty impulsive despite the three hours of exhausting deliberation in a packed showbag pavillion. After buying a gym bag with magazines, I thought, I want a backpack showbag too, and after that I just felt like buying another one since I was there. I would've bought another bag, except I needed money for dinner. What was hilarious though, were the number of parents in the showbag pavillion groaning 'we've been here for hours' at their kids and  'we've walked around this place three times and you still haven't picked one, if you don't pick one now we're leaving.' Perks of going without parents.

Anyway, all in all, I had yet another year of fun at the Easter Show (although all the baby goats kept running away from me for some reason), I am content with my showbag collection for now, and I have added to my ever growing number of showtime memories : )

Allysway-my highlights of the week

This week, well for two nights, I finally felt like a normal teen, rather than the nerd who watches way too much tv and whose idea of a social life revolves around day time activities of shopping, cafe hopping and going out for lunch.

Partying it up and a day of calm

Today I woke up at 8am and felt completely normal; free from the pressure of the usual Tuesday morning assignment rush, no urgency to run out the door and sprint for the bus, my mind not throbbing with house beats from the night before- a very calm, wonderfully peaceful morning : ) I got up and ate my normal bowl of cereal and an extremely  nutella-d piece of bread- I don't even bother spreading my nutella anymore, I eat it in giant chocolate like clumps. I was feeling so good I even washed the clothes, am about to wash a week's worth of drink bottles and watched Taylor Swift's '22' video which I absol-mal-utely love, even though I'm not 22! I totally wish I was right now! And what's great about that video is that it makes me feel so not old, so I'll never complain about how old I'm getting again! (except maybe on Saturday when I'm surrounded by a bunch of 8 year olds who call me 'Miss'.)  

So you might be wondering, where have I been for the last week or so? I actually went on camp!(where everyone and everything including windows and doors got smashed.) A typical booze filled college party complete with college cups, vomiting, funny costumes, and other gossipy scandals. I was sadly enough one of about three sober people, who stuck to a cup of punch, and spent extra time on the non alcholic activites station to get out of skulling beer; and you probably guessed it, I was the vaguely responsible one who sat listening to the drunk rants of friends trying to sober themselves and work out who they made out with.

Nevertheless partying and dancing crazily past midnight while sober is still totally fun (until the photos of my ridiculous 'dancing' get posted on fb)and I have a huge respect for any non-drinking kid who has the strength to withstand the peer pressure of skulling alcohol (which led to very embarrassing mornings for a lot of drunk and later passed out people who went overboard on unlimited alcohol.) Somehow I still managed to wake up the next morning feeling like I'd passed out, with absolutely no idea where I was and no idea why I have a bruise on my arm. I had a pretty interesting time, but I did miss Ellen in Sydney, which was pretty devastating!

study study study boooo : (

So you might've thought that I'd totally neglected my blog after a week of post-less-ness; but I'm happy to declare that I'm still blogging!- just battling with time at the moment and drowning under piles of assignments and quizzes in an attempt to 'settle' into uni life,and let me tell you, the time they organise for you to 'settle' is really a two week sweet period to let you find your way round the campus and have your first introductory 'here's the schedule, this is your textbook' talk. Then comes the third week when they bombard you with a tonne of endless weekly assessments- which is where I am right now. This week I handed in the most embarrassingly- poorly- footnoted, barely edited assignment I can imagine, which I managed to scramble into the computer lab and send in 3 minutes before the due date (well due time really).  Thankfully it was due at midday so I had the morning and of course the class before to work on it, but sadly the internet was cut off in that room, which was quite the drama. Assessments just keep coming and coming, with new content we practically just learnt! I haven't been to clubs that I signed up and paid for, even though they're meant to help you settle, but how could they possibly help you settle when you haven't even done your homework readings?! I have nevertheless managed to sample almost every lunch available at the food court- a costly process, made slightly easier with O week coupons. So I wish I could say I'm loving Uni life, but really..let's hope it gets better fast!

Allygator

Flats! So I was at an event in a crowded room where we had to stand around, network, talk for a couple of hours. In the morning I'd thought, I'll wear my comfy flats. Anyway by the time the launch had finished my feet were aching, my back was aching..next time I'm rocking up in sneakers, so much for smart casual!

how hectic is uni

So last week I was super pumped for uni- I had all my brand new colour coded folders ready complete with sheets of reinforced lined paper and gripped pens. This week I'm exhausted from walking across campus daily, semi consciously dozing off and extraordinarily tempted to leave lectures halfway through, bombarded with textbook readings and sheets of paper- it's amazing how one week of uni can just throw your life into complete disarray! My room is absolutely flooded with random lecture notes and paper piled roughly over the floor, my desk is, well what desk?! What was once a nice long contemporary ikea table is now a sea of manilla folders and diaries and more sheets flying everywhere, it's almost impossible to clear a flat spot to work! Last week I thought I was completely in control. This week, well..