Sad Saturday

We were leaving Sydney, and thus ending our holiday, we were not happy about going back to Brisbane to continue our school work. Lectures have ended, and we only have a writing workshop left before the minor assignment is to be handed in Thursday. As we are leaving for Bourke on the Sunday, staying a week and then off to Japan for nearly two weeks, the major assignment.., well, I don't even want to think about it.

But I will, and I am, and I will not flunk, neither will Julie, so I haven't freaked out to the point where I contemplate ramming my rental car into a wall yet, but it might happen in the future. Beware on the road.

That being said, I haven't really told you what we did on Saturday. We woke up early (this seems to be reoccurring and I'm not too fond of it), then we checked out, locked in our bags at the hotel and took a bus. The destination? Bondi Junction. The purpose? Hillsong. Mission completed? Not a chance. Which is quite sad actually, because I don't think I will be back in Sydney anytime soon. But I didn't spend much time sulking, we had found a large shopping center :P I bought a new pair of sneakers (and threw away my old ones with the holes in them), Julie bought a handbag, I fell in LOVE with a pair of shoes at 270 dollars, they were black leather, strapped from ankle to knee and of course, high-heeled. It was the pair of shoes you buy once in a lifetime. So I decided I'd buy them later in life and walked away.

I did buy something though. As my mum has denied me purchasing more earrings, and my boyfriend has denied me purchasing more DVD's, I have found a new hobby! That ought to make them both glad, right? I'm collecting Christmas tree ornaments, all glass angels, and I want them all to be special in some way or other. I bought one in Sydney, I have one from Malta, and my first one was a Christmas gift from my boyfriend's only sister. (She's one year older than me, and is getting married this summer..)

Back to Sydney, I must show you a picture of some of the other ornaments that were available.. Suffice to say, I did not buy them.
After shopping, and eating (Indian for me, steak for Julie), we catched the bus back to Sydney, had an hour online, catched the Airtrain, and went though security faster than Marion Jones on speed. They actually have higher security at the small local airport of my hometown in Norway, than in Sydney.. 'nuff said.

We landed without trouble in Brisbane, it was raining, but it was nice to be back. We decided to expand our holiday just a little longer and went to the movies. We chose "Disaster Movie", and as it thoroughly states, it was a disaster. Julie thought the parody of the princess from "Enchanted" was the only thing that made the movie survivable, and I believe I didn't even smile for a total of one and a half hours. If someone ever wonders what my humor is like, I will show them this movie, and say: Anything but this.. anything but.