And Now I Can't Get Down.
Oct. 19th, 2005 08:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bliumchikWhat did we do today, boys and girls? Today we saw ghosts and got lost in Darling Harbour (twice)!
Everyone complained about this excursion, but it was actually kind of fun. Getting up WAY TOO EARLY for the second day in a row, I actually got to the bus stop on time. Give me an O! Gimme an M! Gimme a G! What's it spell? ...um, yeah. Actually I got there early. When the time to meet Jen and Shelly rolled around and they weren't there, I did some mobiling. Shelly showed up shortly after, but guess what Jenny'd gone and done? She accidentally set her alarm clock an hour early. AND. DID NOT. NOTICE. Until she arrived at Darling Harbour. HAHAHA. Poor kid. She had to wait by herself for like an hour.
Anyway, thanks to my 1337 131500 5ki11z we knew what buses to catch. The trouble lay in walking from the X99 bus stop to the 443 bus stop. Shelly had a map, which we looked at upside down for a while. When we got to walking in the right direction, we did my famous trick and walked right past our bus stop without seeing it. We then ran across the road (Shelly squeals so cutely) and just made it onto a bus which then turned out to be going in the other direction.
Long story short, we got there with minimal injuries and Ms Young glared at my socks. Then we separated into our inconveniently divided groups and mine caught the ferry to Cockatoo Island. That place is SO fucking cool. There are memories in the walls. The echoes of stories, catching at my imagination till I can almost hear the marching feet and see the boy hacking away at his pallet with some item of cutlery or a rock (not a knife, they wouldn't let them have those I expect). PAT, it said. It's funny how vandalism becomes history.
I had fun waving my leetle flag at people, and at lunch-time I at a toffee apple for the first time in forever. Well, when I say ate... I mean got all over my face. And when i say lunchtime I really mean the entire second half of the day, which consisted of walking around Pyrmont with a tour guide who pointed out things like the difference between An Historical old house and the renovated one right next to it. We also discovered that thee is a washing line on the Heritage List.
Yes you heard me right. A washing line, I kid you not. See there was this ANCIENT housing commission place originally built to house WWI people but now housing ordinary working class people. And it was on the heritage list because of its like oldness and stuff. And then the yuppies and dinks in the new high-rise next door complained about them hanging their washing lines out on the front of their building, because it was unsightly, or something, yaaah? And the residents were all like, dude, this our CULTURAL HERITAGE, BITCH! We've been hanging our clothes up here since A WORLD WAR! GO HAVE BABIES!
So the washing line got Heritage Listed. Go figure.
I finished my toffee apple (mmm, sugary goodness) just as we got back to maritime Museum. After cleaning up my face a lot, I then proceeded to get lost. Do you know how many buses there aren't in Pyrmont?! LOTS. I found a Dymocks and procrastinated by reading half of Thud! Which I wantwantwant but is like fifty dollars. Then the guy at the desk told me I wan't allowed to do that, so i pretended I was waiting for someone who hadn't showed up by bashing nrandom shit on my mobile and bursting into tears quietly (which wasn't difficult). Then I wandered around the coinvention Centre wondering how the fuck to even get OUTSIDE, following which I called my parents for directions. Then after copious amounts of walking in a straight line I found a movie theatre I recognised, and went home.
Everyone complained about this excursion, but it was actually kind of fun. Getting up WAY TOO EARLY for the second day in a row, I actually got to the bus stop on time. Give me an O! Gimme an M! Gimme a G! What's it spell? ...um, yeah. Actually I got there early. When the time to meet Jen and Shelly rolled around and they weren't there, I did some mobiling. Shelly showed up shortly after, but guess what Jenny'd gone and done? She accidentally set her alarm clock an hour early. AND. DID NOT. NOTICE. Until she arrived at Darling Harbour. HAHAHA. Poor kid. She had to wait by herself for like an hour.
Anyway, thanks to my 1337 131500 5ki11z we knew what buses to catch. The trouble lay in walking from the X99 bus stop to the 443 bus stop. Shelly had a map, which we looked at upside down for a while. When we got to walking in the right direction, we did my famous trick and walked right past our bus stop without seeing it. We then ran across the road (Shelly squeals so cutely) and just made it onto a bus which then turned out to be going in the other direction.
Long story short, we got there with minimal injuries and Ms Young glared at my socks. Then we separated into our inconveniently divided groups and mine caught the ferry to Cockatoo Island. That place is SO fucking cool. There are memories in the walls. The echoes of stories, catching at my imagination till I can almost hear the marching feet and see the boy hacking away at his pallet with some item of cutlery or a rock (not a knife, they wouldn't let them have those I expect). PAT, it said. It's funny how vandalism becomes history.
I had fun waving my leetle flag at people, and at lunch-time I at a toffee apple for the first time in forever. Well, when I say ate... I mean got all over my face. And when i say lunchtime I really mean the entire second half of the day, which consisted of walking around Pyrmont with a tour guide who pointed out things like the difference between An Historical old house and the renovated one right next to it. We also discovered that thee is a washing line on the Heritage List.
Yes you heard me right. A washing line, I kid you not. See there was this ANCIENT housing commission place originally built to house WWI people but now housing ordinary working class people. And it was on the heritage list because of its like oldness and stuff. And then the yuppies and dinks in the new high-rise next door complained about them hanging their washing lines out on the front of their building, because it was unsightly, or something, yaaah? And the residents were all like, dude, this our CULTURAL HERITAGE, BITCH! We've been hanging our clothes up here since A WORLD WAR! GO HAVE BABIES!
So the washing line got Heritage Listed. Go figure.
I finished my toffee apple (mmm, sugary goodness) just as we got back to maritime Museum. After cleaning up my face a lot, I then proceeded to get lost. Do you know how many buses there aren't in Pyrmont?! LOTS. I found a Dymocks and procrastinated by reading half of Thud! Which I wantwantwant but is like fifty dollars. Then the guy at the desk told me I wan't allowed to do that, so i pretended I was waiting for someone who hadn't showed up by bashing nrandom shit on my mobile and bursting into tears quietly (which wasn't difficult). Then I wandered around the coinvention Centre wondering how the fuck to even get OUTSIDE, following which I called my parents for directions. Then after copious amounts of walking in a straight line I found a movie theatre I recognised, and went home.
