Oh! I do like to be beside the seaside

So the last few days feel like they've been busy. Worked last night and dropped by at the staff christmas party where quite a few people were drunk and someone got arrested (just some random, not a staff-member which would have been awful, albeit hilarious)
Also doubled as a goodbye for Ben, good riddance. Have a lot more to say on that subject, but can't find the words.


Today. Nanna's in hospital again. This time it's some sort of infection. Not pneumonia, thank goodness, as she's had that twice before. She's in emergancy as I write, but will definately be admitted soon. Her temp was something like 48 degrees, which is a ridiculous number. She looked so frail. She's not meant to be frail. The Nanna I remember well was never lying in bed not able to talk to the people around her. I want everyone to meet her, I want everyone to know what an awesome person she is. I want the whole world to understand.

Why is it when things start going well that other things automatically start going bad?

So. Haven't updated for a while, or at least, feel like I haven't. Work. Got home an hour ago, and it's now 4 aye em. Saw Grant, one of the managers on my way out, and he said 'morning', he'd just started work for the day. God some people must be crazy. All the bakers were in too, in safeway, and in bakers delight. I don't have a problem with working late, quite like it actually, but starting early? Ack. I'm just too lazy for that kind of job.

Apparantly I do tickets better than the lady who usually does them. Got fought over, Sharon was all 'you're coming back to us next week' and Di's saying 'No! I'm keeping her!' so yeah, must be a decent worker. Hurrah.

Saturday night was awesomeness. Went out with my cousins instead of working, I was at the point where I wanted a sat night off anyway, so it was a welcome change, even if I lost money by not working. We had dinner at this italian place on southbank, and had a drink at some place in the casino complex. We wandered through the casino, and I have to say, *Warning, Kat being moral, ahead* I can't stand gambling. It's disgusting. I won't rant anymore, cos I know that stuff is boring to read, I just... I was astounded at how many people were there, and 99% of them would be just giving away money to crown. *End boring part*

Anyway, had a fantastic night out, only a shame Melissa couldn't come, she has pneumonia, apparantly :S not good! So I hope she gets better before going up to Scotland.

I'm so tired now. I'm doing an extra shift tomorrow, only three hours, so it's not going to make up for saturday, but it'll make it hurt a little less XD

Oh damn. Forgot to call Tegan. And she's going on a school camp tomorrow. Must call her wednesday. Rememember! <---- ... blame the tired.


Can't think of anything else I wanted to talk about. Except, oh yeah, night-crew have terrible taste in music!! As soon as the store closes, one of them grabs a cd player, of which there is one in the back offices, chucks someone's cd on and sits it next to the PA. Wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't metal circus music. It made me so jumpy that I felt quite tense. Yeah. I like music that I can sing along to :( I thought about getting a cd from my car and swapping it, but me against all the night-crew guys, I don't think so. Not even for Belle and Sebastian. Of which I have a new cd of. Hurrah.

Falling asleep where I sit. Not good.

But good night. I shall sleep well, I hope you all do too, or are sleeping well, because you're all probably sleeping as I type this. Ooh, how strange, it's funny thinking of people in context to yourself. There are people who are just waking up, there are people who've been awake for a few hours now, and they're already at work, and there are other people who are still working from yesterday.............

I'm rambling. Goodnight ^____________^

Wow. Holiday's over already. Well, the week away is over already. Holiday's are still going strong. Port Campbell was awesome. Really a great and fun week. Lets see if I can make a proper entry about it.

Monday morning. I caught a bus and a train for the first time in a year. It was surprisingly boring, I was expecting so much of that trip, but nope! nothing happened. Didn't miss any trains, there were no accidents, I didn't even get hit on by a drunk. Well, it was monday morning, so I'll excuse it that. But yeah. Made my way to Flick's house, was slightly early (no, really!) So then Kev Flick and I went to pick up Peter and then we headed off to Colac! What a wonderful town. Well, we didn't really see much of it. We saw the safeway, and the bakers delight, and then looked for a pub, but found a music shop.

So yeah, we arrived at Port Campbell, and then came Pat Mish and Duy! We were a party of people! Duy is a pretentious wanker, he asked me to write, so there you have it. And we played Truth, leaving out the dares. Yeah, was a good night. Did we go down to the pier? Probably, I think we went down every night, correct me if i'm wrong.

Tuesday, what did we do? Well, from my sketchy notes, we went to a river and a beach. That was fun too. The river was a bit swampy, so I didn't go in, and went exploring instead. Got my skirt wet. And then went over the rocks with Peter. Fun, but sore on my bare feet. Hehe, sorry, a lot of this will be 'it was great, but i hurt my self in this way' I'm such a whinger. Hm, yeah, that'll do for tuesday.

Wednesday, we said goodbye to Duy, Pat and Mish. We were four again. We went to a hidden beach that took forever to get to and from. But the result was incredible. The beach was deserted, it was just us for miles in every direction, it felt like. Except for upwards. Tourist helicopters kept flying overhead. The waves were brutal! Huge dumpers, so we didn't really go out very far. The flies on the walk there were horrendous, but there was worse on the beach, march flies! They bit hard! We were the famous five! With an imaginary Timmy the Dog. Actually, we did have a Timmy, but he didn't come adventuring with us, he lived across the road where we stayed. But it really felt like a famous five sort of thing to do, traipse over fields to get to the beach (deserted of course) while on summer holidays at Kirrin Island. Or something like that. Well, after an exhausting walk back to the car, which involved walking up the steep overgrown path that led down the hill to the beach. Two trips up and down for the boys who returned for Flick's watch.

Hmm, well what about thursday? I hear you ask. Thursday was.... hm, A day in which we needed more groceries. I think we went to the creek in the morning, and then we went questing for Peter's grandma. A lovely woman. She reminds me of a granny that lives in one of my childhood books. Except that she didn't farm sheep. The trip there involved many aqua songs, and disney songs, and other songs. Hehe, I never thought I'd be listening to aqua again after I turned 14.

Friday, the arrival of Beth! Hello Beth! We went to Peterborough earlier on, and climbed sand-dunes to get to the beach. That was great, I love sand-dunes. After lying on the beach, and falling asleep for a couple of minutes, Beth called, so we met up with her, and went back to the house to get our swimming gear, and back to Peterborough! We went boogying to the sounds of Grease, starring Peter as Danny, and boogy'd our boards in that horrendously powerful swell. It just dragged you! And when you're in the middle of it, it's so hard to keep your feet and get out. A tumble-dryer, it felt like, but it was still fun. Then, back to the beach, I sunbaked with a box to hide me from getting any sun at all (yay!) and Peter Kev and Beth went to the top of a sand mountain and rolled down it. Wow. What a day. It was pretty exhausting. We went back to the house again, after purchasing more alcohol, and I drank lots of red wine. I like it now.

Saturday involved going home, much sadness. Beth went exploring a bit in her car, while the rest of us headed off to Melbourne. I got home at around 2.20, and went to work at 3. I was exhausted. And I jammed my finger in the change drawer. Not just a normal drawer, but a metal drawer that is like a safe, and weighted so that it closes. Anyway, you have to slam it really hard to make it lock properly, and my finger got in the way. OUUUCH. Kindof. It's really bruised, right at the bottom of the nail, and people keep telling me my nail will fall off, but I refuse to listen to them. I'm typing with it right now, and it's only twinging slightly. Just one of those things that hurt really bad when you do it, but go away pretty quickly (I hope)


And yeah, that brings me to today. It's 20 past one, and I need to find some breakfast. Toodles!


Hm, and a dream I had last night. I went back through time, and I met my family, and I saw little me. It was bizarre. And I talked to them, and Nicky was there (Nicky was my old dog) and I talked to mum, and she wouldn't believe that I was Katie all grown up. Ah well.

And Alistair broke it off with Cat. I feel terrible for them both. But he's already going out with this new girl, Monet. She can play five instruments. That's all I know about her. Cat came around during the week to visit mum and give her a letter, calling us her adopted family. She is such a sweet person, and I really wish Alistair hadn't changed his mind about them.

Oh well, nothing I can do about it. *sigh*