Went to the market with my dear friend Chris. Seemed innocent enough until we walked past a very very angry man who flipped a lid and started kicking in his general direction. He didn't actually hit him, he just kind of flailed like an insane person...
They have...the most delicious donuts I think I've ever tasted at that market. They're fried in like sunflower oil and coated in raw sugar...so good. Don't tell me that it was still bad for me, in my eyes it was a nutritious snack.
So I came back to the P&O to do a little homework when Molly flounced into my room and informed me of her Hungry Jacks craving. It wasn't the best laid out plan because it started raining about halfway through our trip but did that stop us? No. Nothing was about to come between two Bennies and their cheeseburgers, no way.
Um, so then on the way home, we noticed we were really wet. We also noticed the puddles were getting really nice and big... I turned to Molly and said, "if it starts down pouring, I'm coming straight to your room and we're going to go dance in the rain".
So I go back to do homework and I'm in the middle of a Facebook conversation when I hear something thundering out on the patio. I chucked my poor computer in the direction of my bed and pealed down the hair, full-on collided with a screaming Molly, and then proceeded to gallop barefoot through the streets of Fremantle. We got kinda far...we were far enough away from out residence that a passerby, mistaking us for drunk people, asked us if we needed a taxi ride home. "Boooyy, can't you see we havin' a great timmmee?" No, at Molly's suggestion, we went to go find our friend Elliot, which is harder than it seems when you know which building he lives in but not the flat number. So we just rang all of them. To no avail, unless our goal was to annoy the rest of the residents in the building.
This is much less of a synopsis than I had planned...
By this time I'm wet but very hyperactive. Somehow Sydney and I went to grab food in the kitchen and it turned into a wrestling match (which I won, regardless of what she tells you). I then went upstairs to cool down and discovered that my Facebook had been rudely hacked with a status that gave the Facebook world a misconception of my character and I had no choice but to take the perpetrator to the ground. I also won that match, although she might tell you that I lost, seeing as I came out with a rug burn and her with nothing.
Umm...the rest of the night culminated in this little beaut:
If you think this is frightening, you should see the video. Man I love it here...
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