no, this time the title isn't actually some weird descriptive language, metaphor, song lyric...
it's literal.
not really.
but argh i'm not having fun down south for my final week of holidays before the impending doom also known as year 12 when i could easily be chilling on some warm sunny beach letting my skin turn a nice healthy brown colour...
instead i'm slowly becoming albino, seeing as the sun here comes in short spurts and the mozzies are numerous and in love with my blood. it's rather nice, though, i must say. my blood. kidding! i think.
but yeah, who even comes to this place? molloy island. disregarding the principal of my school...*shivers*, the only people who visit are families with five kids under ten (inc. triplets), and weird fishermen guys who pop up out of nowhere and ask you how you are like you've known them for years. no sir. pas necessaire.
i'm just glad i was allowed to not go kayaking today, hence why i've managed to take hold of the internet USB that dad told me strictly not to touch, something i've obviously completely forgotten...but it's not like he'll notice, i'll be done with it before he gets back...
did i forget to mention that my dad is evidently extremely unpatriotic and wouldn't let me come back for australia day so i could chill in some rich person's penthouse and eat their fancy food? and you call this a democracy.
