A Trip of a Lifetime ( to Tasmania) Part 1.

Do sit down, Ladies and Gentlemen, this is going to take a while. The last time I told this story it took me an hour and half of speaking: which is really why you're getting the written down version. My voice, unfortunately decided to go horse after retelling the story two times.

The story begins not so long ago (just over a week really) and not so far away (it is on earth after all). It begins last Sunday at 4:10 in the morning. I do believe that was the time I was woken up. I don't remember a lot of what happened in the next hour or so (do note the time). I arrived outside my school at 5:18 and the bus was already there - as were most of the fellow travelers).

Cue a panic attack, I forgotten (totally) my library card which I required as ID to get on the plane. No sooner than Ms. Lee calmed me down, she mentioned that the "cards were just in case our names were spelled wrong". Well if you known me a while you'd know that my name is never spelled correctly. The last official letter I received - which was because I missed a school immunization- stated that my name was Yale Bogdanovh, I feel pretty safe putting that up on the Internet due to the fact that it is very very far from my name. So returning to topic. Please cue a second panic attack.

The ride to the airport was in-eventful (somehow we managed to avoid all unlikely traffic jams) So instead of telling you about it, let me introduce the main characters of the story to you:

If you're actually know who's blog it is, you require no picture, thank you very much. If you haven't seen me for about a year: My hair has grown longer and has a slightly reddish hue to it at the moment, and I've grown a couple of cm, but that's it.

This is Amy. She's currently in my class and the whole trip we mostly stuck together.

This is Rita. She's in my class next year and this year she was in Environmental Studies with me. She will also appear through out the story.

This is Sarah. She's also in my class next year. She'll appear once or twice in the story, she's with Eric: but that's their business.

I don't actually have a non fuzzy photograph of Eric, and all the fuzzy photographs I haven't uploaded to my photo album yet, so a link to his picture will appear a while later. He's also in my class next year.

This is Burnie or Mitchell. He'll creep up here in there in the story, there's a town in Tasmania called Burnie which we didn't visit but saw directions a couple of times. He's also in my class next year.

This is Joe. Posing. He's a friend (and no you can't have him!). He's also in my class next year, he'll also appear here and there in the story.

This is Matt. In the centre of the photograph. He lent me a sleeping bag and he's in my class next year (and that pretty much summarizes his involvement in the story.)

This is Jason. He's very useful when you're screaming, panicking or running about (mainly because of a ghost tour).

This is Ms. Lee. She's this year Head of Year, or Year Coordinator, and organized this trip for us. She'll crop up in the story.

And now my finger are tired of typing and my mind begins to wonder, so this is the end of part one.

I haven't read throught this either so there you go.

On the subject of...Visiting relatives.

Today, around midday my grand (or is it great?) uncle arrived at the airport in Melbourne. His flight was from San Francisca (where he stayed with other relatives) to Sydney to Melbourne.
This means that as soon as we came big fest. A lot of food, drink and laughter and talking. Russian style. So at the moment I believe I'm slightly drunk. One glass of champagne can do that to you if you're a light weight.

I probably will come when I'm more in my senses and edit this entry.

Amy W, don't worry I will email tonight or tomorrow, I am SO so glad to hear from you.

Lovely Dovely

Fresc.

Just General

It is 20:50 pm and the light's aren't out. I don't really know why I'm writing.... to avoid homework? Maybe. To feel normal, also maybe.... Who Knows?
The main problem so far with the Land of Oz isn't the poisonous snakes, numerous spiders or bathroom-dominating ants. No. It is the flies.
Really, here they are not only to big to actually logically fly they also seem to take to following me around. And let me tell you, it is not fun attempting to iron while a fly attacks you from above (and you think it's a spider a let out a scream.) In the end desperate measures had to be taken: I put a cake box over the fly.
I would also like to comment on Australian Spring. Today in P.E. we played cricket. Which is lovely really but by the end the sun was ready to fry me alive. It was only 20 C. However it seems that due to this dry heat, 20 degrees feel a Russian 30 degrees which I assure you is no fun.

Arent' they gorgeous?

That my friends is a dragon hatchlings I aquired, and aren't they gorgeous.

Happy Birthday To Me...

Happy Birthday To Me !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Data Apeal

My brillant Cleo2 (or simply powerbook g4 by apple) has officially died. On Monday, may ne be mourned.

With that death, I lost everything. Photographs, schoolwork, my writting, pctures, bookmarks, people's adress, EVERYTHING!!!

I am most worried about the fact that currently I have exactly two photographs of people from England, the photo's the gang gave me in the frame from the leaving party. So, anybody who has any photographs from Gelebelands, specially of the group behind the Art Rooms and 9/10 HBM would very very needed. Because I have nothing.

If you have any photograps etheir of people from Glebelands, or from just England (particulary the following places: Crangleigh, Guildford, Snowdon, Wales, Bath, Oxford, Juniper Hall, and the St.Nicks trip from yr 6) would be very welcome.

Also any documents of mine, no matter how lost are appreciated.

Thank you
In distress,
Fresco/Sasha

As I promised, at some point...

My Photo's Can Be Found At

Here!!!

The photo's are mine and I believe the copyright it also mine. So hands of!

Other than that, go and have a look.

My Birthday is coming up.. and well so, This is for my self.

I will repeat, this is for my self; because if this was a piece of paper I would lose it and if this was a word file I'll forget where I put it... Wish list.

Ok, A Hard Disk. Well because I just know at some point I will manage to break this old thing and I don't want to lose the incredible amount of stuff I've got on it.

A voice recorder

A stereo for my bedroom

A clock (preferably with an alarm)

A wireless thingy for my Powerbook G4 quite simply because it gets tiring to sit in the kitchen every single time I wish to use the net.

Then, 2 extra batteries for my camera (with charges) and some memory cards. Because I've got a school trip to Tasmania coming up and I do take way to many photos.

Then -Mud and Fallow will know why this - an English copy of Harry Potter -the 4th one, I truthfully at the moment can't remember what it's called-.

4th Season of House M.D. Just because.

Okay, give me some time.

Mark Robson's Darkweaver Series, because I remember liking them.

A really nice -with pictures, probably - edition of Alice in Wonderland and Alice in the Looking Glass.

A scanner.

Okay, let me log on and search Waterstones.

The Last Battle of the Icemark by Stuart Hill - MUD!!!!! You didn't tell me it was out. How could you!!!!!

Anything by Agatha Christie that has Poirot or Ms Marple excluding the following:

The Hollows

After the Funeral

The Third Girl

The Labors of Hercules

The third DVD of PotC, quite simply, because.

I think that's enough for now no?

That's a pretty long list no? Yet, well...

If anyone actually does use this list to get me a present (which is doubtful) maybe it would be good idea to actually say so it the comments in case two somebody decide to use this list.

Hmmmm.

Okay, now I need to remember that it's simply here...

On the subject of... Australian Winters in Melbourne

I never thought I say this but I can't wait till September. Not because it's my birthday, or because I miss seeing my friends but because: maybe...maybe it will get a bit warmer.

We have the heating on constantly (and it's very odd type of heating too, there are floor vents in every room and the heating blows warm air periodically through them.) Not that it's of any use. The whole place reminds me of the dratted trip to Cornwall were we stayed in a caravan, during winter holidays with no heating. Its like that. Only worse somehow.

I suspect that it's that way because, well it's Australia. Where are the parrots, and kangaroos and hot weather? Maybe that's it.

Or maybe it's because I'm constantly ill. You know not fully... but, under the weather I guess.

Or quite simply maybe it's the cold. The fact that I haven't felt warm for so long, the fact that even thought I'm wearing two jumpers and knitted socks I still can feel the cold. My hands and fingers and feet are still cold and numb.

All I want is a room somewhere,

Far away from the cold night air.

With one enormous chair,

Oh, wouldn't it be lovely.

Lot's of chocolate for me to eat.

Lot's of coal making lots of heat.

Warm face, warm hands, warm feet,

Oh, wouldn't it be lovely.

Hey from Me and Mud! and later Fallow!

Me Mud Fallow

We're having a phone thingy-mo-boby, I don't know what you're doing? I explain. Oh god! I'm not going to talk if you're going to putting it on the internet. But I'm going to do the same to Jenny! After. Without telling her? Maybe. That is evil. I'm going to put that. That is evil. So what, she would probably do same. No she wouldn't, she wouldn't put it on the internet. Because she doesn't know how, I don't know how. Pause. Wanna listen to mama mia?

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Thank's for waking me up! No problemo.

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Why don't you just record our conversation? Well, my darlng lttle wombat -I am so hight -not literally naturally-, good god - I can't type fast enough to follow this converstion properly, my idea is we do the same thing as in our...was it bonfire nigh sleepover when we recorded the stages of tidies or something any way we can do - Oh dear - same thing. Just record what have time to record. Well? Help, you need alot of help, an awfull lot of help! Why awfull? Because your babling and I know that I babble but I know I don't bable as bad as you. Okay, I'll talk slower, just on fall alsepp on me. Oh hell I'm not corecting -sigh - these mistakes to longer. So tell day, night. slept. Have you read my letter, have your got ajhasgfiraushgfvtqegrckvbytawznm. I GIVE UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!