Woo-hoo!

I made it!!! Holidays are here, holidays are here... little holiday dance...

I ate a LOT of chocolate at uni today - we all had to exchange eggs and scoff them immediately. Then I giggled my way through two hours of English like a year seven student. Sugar high. The tutor said something about a poem about birds on a wire, and Elizabeth started humming "Kookaburra sits on electric wire..." and I cracked up as I recalled the rest of that song from my childhood years... "Jumping up and down with his b#@*s on fire..." When we discussed this later we had a slight disagreement. The others thought the words were actually "Jumping up and down with his pants on fire". Bec asked me when was the last time I saw a kookaburra's b#@*s? I asked when was the last time she saw a kookaburra in pants? Touche, said Amy. Real mature.

I ventured to the supermarket on the way home from uni - BIG MISTAKE! Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE else in the whole world was there, too. I wouldn't have gone either except there was nothing festive in my fridge and tomorrow is a public holiday and I would've been sorry when all I had to eat on good Friday was a can of tuna and some frozen corn. Now I have hot cross buns, chocolate eggs, steak, sausages... as I was leaving Sister Agnes tapped me on the shoulder and said in her sweet little way "Excuse me, Michelle - you should not have red meat on Good Friday, you should have fish".

"But Agnes", I reasoned, "I'm not exactly a practising Catholic..." She seemed so disappointed - she didn't seem to understand. I caved. I bought crumbed fish. I do have frozen french fries in the freezer, I thought. It'll be nice.

So there you are, Agnes. But I am NOT going to Church!

My books didn't arrive. I'll have to wait till next week now... GROAN!!! (See how patient I am?) I shall have to read OTHER books. And tomorrow I go horseriding. Now, if I blog tomorrow and I am sitting at home instead of horseriding... well if I do that I am being very, very, very bad.