The Lazy Writer Who Does Nothing.

It's a little bit embarrassing to have only one of two bloggers fill a blog with content.
It's downright shameful when the slacker of the two is the unemployed one who doesn't even have a learner's license.

Oh no there goes my dirty little secret; I'm a big lazy slob.

You'd think with all my free time I could jot a few words of wisdom for the internet, but no.

Fear not though, I come to this blog bearing gifts. Mildly amusing, bite-sized anecdotes!

Newcastle

I went to Newcastle to visit my Aunt, Uncle and my other Uncle. The whole day in itself was rather boring. My highlight? There was 'The Mystery Machine' for sale on the side of the road. I've never wanted a car lying on the side of the road as much as I wanted that van. My biggest regret was not being able to take a photograph of it.

Sydney International Airport

I dropped my brother off for is first solo trip. He's gone to the Philippines; he's been there before, we have relatives housing him and thus the whole thing isn't as 'scary solo trip' experience as it could be, but still... he was hugging his mum and crying.

Being a heartless animatron, I just stood around there looking like an idiot.

The Newsagent @ Sydney International Airport

I tend to wander into bookstores and buy a book. The newsagent/bookstore at the airport was no exception. However, going to the counter with 'The Woman in Black' in my hand I found myself wondering how many times will I come here, standing on the other side of the glass, watching the planes fly away.

As I paid for my purchase, the man behind the counter said, "Enjoy your journey." Something about that simple send-off brushed my mind and left me irritated.

Gifts

While my brother's abroad he intends to buy us some gifts. He's been calling my mother and in turn my mother's been asking me "What would you like Kuya to buy you?"

I told her, "I don't know, let me sleep on it." I've been sleeping on it for a fortnight now and still have no clue.

The Mall

My friends and I met up at the mall to watch a movie. In short, don't watch 'Underworld Awakening'. The five minutes I spent regaling my childhood memory as passerby to a bank robbery was more entertaining, had more character depth and was free.

Later that day I went home and watched 'Wild Target'. To be Blunt, it's a comedy running Nighy onto 100mins that left me with a Grint.

If you don't have anything nice to say...

There's a guy on my facebook, who's at times comparable to a female hygiene product. His most recent status is along the lines of:

'Comment what you think will be the first thing I do when I'm 18, or like if you think I'll be a gambler. :L'

I wanted to comment:

'You'll finally apply for that public library card you've always wanted.'

But that's undeservedly mean. He's done me no harm aside from that one 'Class Party' where I had to sit in a room and listen to his god-awful music. Even then, I can't hate on a guy just because he has different tastes in music to me.

Thus his status remains untainted by my cruel words.

Orientation to University

My university is not Hogwarts, but it has a Quidditch club. Also, Nerf Wars.

All it needs now is 'Free Bacon Fry-days' and my life will be complete.

There, that should be enough to absolve me of guilt for leaving this blog to Anna.

Marianne.