The 1000 Day Holiday

I could quite happily spend a week or 7 exploring. Mind blowingly beautiful places and people. A fantastic weekend.

Pics Here

Impressed with:
Ocean Rafting – Northern Tour. Hook Island snorkeling & Whitehaven Beach. (underwater photos to come)

Unimpressed:
Having to leave.

mmmmmMMMMmmmmMmmmmMmmmMMMMmmM

I had to tidy my room tonight.

I keep dreaming there are ~5 backpackers in my room, sleeping on the floor etc. Its amazing how lifelike your subconscious can make a pile of clothes.

So, of course I found this highly difficult to sleep. Not to mention the fact that I was under-dressed for sharing a room! Which defiantely does not help.

I noticed we needed rubbish bags. So I bought some…

I removed the full rubbish bag, and replaced it with one of my fan dangled new clean ones.

Now follow this.
Hermit discovers the non standard rubbish bag in the bin.

So she proceeds to get one of her bags (obviously I didn’t find them) and replaces my bag with hers.. throwing mine into her bag..

Apparently she must only ever use : glad white drawstring scented… yes scented rubbish bags.

The reason?

Hermit: well the drawstring makes it easy to tie

Me: Have you ever seen one not rip when being pulled out? And if you use the black ones, you just roll down the top, which forms 2 ends, which you can easily tie in a knot, which seals the bag and wont rip!

Hermit: but its not scented

Me: So you sniff the bag?

Hermit: No, it stops the rubbish smelling.

Me: no taking the rubbish out to the rubbish skip stops it smelling.

How I’m going to fsck her mind: As soon as she went upstairs after changing the bag, i put another of my bags in the bin, throwing hers away inside mine.. hahahaha

And I will continue to, until she leaves!

Did I mention she hasn’t said anything to anyone else in the flat in the last 3 days.
Yes we have seen her, she didn’t respond to me when I said hello.

I think shes C-R-A-Z-Y

Update: 24 June
Shes put another white bin liner in.. so I put another black one in….

Pity I’m off to hamilton, I was soo keen to see how many times it could happen. Maybe I’ll recruit my other flatties.

Funny that hermit works for a lawyer office.

Her notes have started appearing on Lawyer letterhead! does that mean we really need to take note?

I think shes loosing it:

DO NOT (UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES) PUT NON-FRONTLOADER POWDER IN THIS MACHINE

IF YOU DON’T HAVE ANY, BUY SOME.

THIS MACHINE IS WORTH A LOT OF MONEY (THAT I’M STILL PAYING OFF) AND I DON’T WANT IT TO GET WRECKED.

Never mind the fact that only me & M have used it, and I checked with him, we is using the proper stuff.

oooh heres another one.

Please

do not

stack my plates, bowls on top of each other. that is how they get chipped.

Hmm. .. Ive just realised that they’re stacked when in the cupboard.. I might raise that as a point.

Hermit seems to be running at a load average of 50+

All politeness has been removed, to be replaced with definate ‘tude.

The number of notes being left around the flat are increasing rapidly, and a novel is due for publishing.

Maybe its time Hermit recognised the fact that she wants to live in a 1 bedroom bedsit, where eveything is hers, she doesnt have to share or compromise, and she can watch all the reality TV she wants.

Watch out

hehehehe

This censored story was one of World War II’s oddest, and it involved a fleet of handmade balloons sent east by the empire of Japan. Improbable though it may sound, from late 1944 through the spring of 1945, the Japanese launched more than 9,000 balloons from their nation’s eastern shores. Filled not with mild-mannered hot air but extremely flammable hydrogen and armed with incendiary and antipersonnel bombs, the balloons rode the jet stream across the Pacific Ocean for several days before landing throughout North America.

No, really. Throughout North America. From Alaska to Mexico and as far east as suburban Detroit. Perhaps even more incredible, the balloons themselves were not made of any high-tech, weather-hardened fabric but simple paper panels held together with potato glue.

Censorship’s Trial Balloons – What happens when wartime news gets censored? By Liam Callanan