Innocent and happy was I driving into FUCKING FREEZING COLD Mudgee in the evening, with the sun's rays trickling over the surrounding buildings and fading fast. Opening the door to my shared room with my little sister, I was joyfully confronted with FREE COOKIES! Oh rapture! And they were damn good free cookies too, aside from the fact that you needed to suck on them for a while before you were physically able to bite through. We didn't bother unpacking as we were going to leave early the next morning. We'd driven five hours out of our way to go to some complete stranger's 21st, and there weren't even any hot guys around. Ripped off. Since nothing much happened that night I'm skipping to the more eventful morning after.
If you've read my rant on alarms, you'll know how I like to wake to light coming in though the windows. Well, I had the opportunity here, but I was too damned tired to want to be woken by anything except my own inner workings. Since it was dark when I had gone to bed (in my DOUBLE bed!) I had failed to close the darker curtains, so only the white ones were covering the window. I was hence woken the next morning by light, which was less than gratifying. After attempting successfully to wrestle my way out of the sheets the cleaners had seemingly stapled to the bed, I went to close the dark curtains and prevent any light from coming through. They wouldn't. It took a while for me to realise that the curtain rails didn't extend all the way around, and the dark curtains were simply there for aesthetic purposes. WTF. Back to bed I went, only to be woken .4 of a second later by my father on the phone, saying we have to get up. Damn. Anyway, Eliza collects her share of the complimentry bathroom items and goes to have a shower. I bet her $2 I could pick the lock to the bathroom and won. Not telling you how though. This resulted in a lot of screaming and yelling of "Emily you wanker! Get the fuck out of the bathroom! Get out get out GET OUT!!". I thus busied myself by packing up last night's clothes, stretching my cankle and trying not to associate a tubular cusion with a penis. I was disturbed from trying to work out how big a woman you'd need to take the cushion when more screams erupted from the bathroom, though this time it was more "Shit! SHIT!! EMILY!! HEEEEEEEEELP!!! AAAGH!!". I did my door unlocking trick again to find Eliza crouched near-naked on the toilet, shying away from the monster on the other side of a room. The monster being a small grasshopper. After pissing myself laughing (and getting it everywhere because Eliza was crouching near-naked on the toilet at the time) I herded the small creature out of the room. My turn for a shower. Finally.
