Taking the Long Way, Surrounded By Trees, Send help.

Chatswood needs to be hit by a nuclear bomb and handed over to the cockroaches. The winding streets! The avenues with the same name as the lanes that become different streets once you cross the road! The buildings that seem to have been built in exactly the same style as those in the city, except for being SURROUNDED BY TREES. There is something immensely freaky about a metropolitan block buried in vegetaton. It gives you the feeling that you're in one of those sciffy postapocalyptic books where the Land is reclaiming Mans Creation. Besides this, the railway station is surrounded by what appears to be dumps of scrap metal and rubble. This is separated from the Suburbia Of Confusing DETH by a narrow circle of previously mentioned high-rises. And trees.

( Long rant )

sooooo much frustraaaation.

But, I got there eventually, and had a wonderful six hours of putting tapes on shelves, ctrl+Fing my way through documents in search of dates and times of shows to put in spreadsheets, and watching countless episodes of a program about ART GALLERIES to write down the start time, end time and any swear words that might bring up the rating. Swear words. ART GALLERIES. oh my brain. Oh, my eyes, those screens... argh. Oh, my fingers, the repetitive movements... OH MY GOD SO BORED.

I got back to Maroubra just in time for guitar, where Damo "I'm not wearing any pants!" [I forget his last name, but it should go here] treated us to the wonderful quote of "At winter camp, on the window, there's an ass-print. Mine."

Also, somebody is stealing my vowels. I blame leprechauns.