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In 2009, why_am_i resolves to...

Backup my shrek regularly.
Go to the rats every month.
Tell my family about perambulations.
Be nicer to seagoon.
Apply for a new mcr.
Learn to play the language.

Get your own New Year's Resolutions:

So. There you go. Cleaning house is not fun. *sneezes*
BUT. We found the spoon, so mother is happy. It was in the freezer, despite mother's vehement claims to the contrary. Sneaky Mcsneakalot the Spoon.

Beach trip was rockin'. Wish I were still there, even though, by and large, it was entirely too cold to actually indulge in the beach itself. I didn't get to wear a skirt, even though I packed 3. Stupid weather. Highlights of the trip, in dot point form and in no particular order:

- going on a horseback winery tour. Wine and horses! What's not to love?
- sleeping in
- watching ockyflam and Nat do some kickass fire twirling
- building sandcastles with brong and pyrrha17's little girl, aged 3.
- catching up with interstaters. *waves*
- laughing at dzurlady as we all watched MikeyWay (the inflatable boat named after the person, not the person himself) tumble away across the bay, off on a solo adventure to Tasmania. I reveled in the irony that the namesake is terrified of open water, but the boat made a mad dash for freedom and seemed quite gleeful, for a boat. It was his maiden voyage, too. Bye, Mikey! *giggles*

I had a weird dream last night. heffiethedragon was a psycho stalker who was trying to kill me. My parents found me at the opportune moment (when heffiethedragon had tracked me down and had just revealed both her identity and her intent, which was pretty much to butcher me), but they didn't believe that heffiethedragon was actually a psycho (because, duh, we've known her since she was 5, so there's no way she's evil, right?), so even though they pinned her down, it wasn't very secure and I didn't want to leave to get the police because I thought that my parents would probably let her go when I left the room. Hmm. Crazy ass dream.

There's more to write, but I have to go now; dad and I are off to the South Melbourne Market to replenish our diminutive fridge supplies.