Breaking the Code.

WELL HI THERE YOU. How are you? Well? ARE YOU WELL?!??! IS THAT YOUR FINAL ANSWER?!?!?!?!!?!?!??!
Good. Sorry. I am in a jittery kind of mood tonight. The good kind of jitters, not the bad kind of jitters. I just got back from camping and I saw the LARGEST wombats and the MOST echidnas and the SUPERLATIVE various other wildlife and it was awesome. I was at Wilson's Prom with my loverly friend Face and her family, and also my friend K and her family and it was wonderful. Okay, wellsolike it rained a bunch of the time, but whatevz, I went swimming in the rain underneath a giant mountain and it was superlativetastic. That's a word now. I made it up then, just to impress you.

Tomorrow I am going on more adventures, up Ballarat-wards. There is nothing in Ballarat, but there are a bunch of amazingsuperfantastic musicians that I am super excited to see and picnic with, and then I am moving on to Beaufort (even less things there than Ballarat... I'm pretty sure there's a rusty public playground and a bakery... um... maybe one of those roof things that's a circle and has seats attached, you know those things? It sounds like... gorgonzola... or... gondola... or... GAZEBO. That's it... gazebo). Wait, what? Anyway. But there IS a superhuge hippie music festival up there and I am going with my giant hippie friend (she is a big-time hippie, not a giant... I don't think. Unless she's grown a lot. But that's besides the point) and we are going to dance and eat vegan food and go to a giant pool party and, as Pigstilts would say, I am excite.

I hope it is ace. I think it will be.

Anyway. So the point of this post is to basically gloat at you. Because you can't avoid it because I've typed this all up and NOW YOU ARE READING IT AND WHEN YOU READ IT WILL TAKE OVER YOUR MIND AND THEN THE WORLD, ONE BLOG-READER AT A TIME.
But actually, there are like... four people who read this, so perhaps not. But a blogger can dream.

Incidentally, I am not sure why I have posted a picture of myself in a bathtub, but there you are. I have broken the unspoken code of "not-posting-pictures-of-yourself" I am a camerawhore. In a bathtub. A bathtubcamerawhore.

These things happen.

Also, I had a dream last night that I was going to a school in England, covered in ivy, and I was a rockstar. It was pretty ace. What did you dream?

Here are some Vampire Weekend lyrics. Love you like fireworks.

Anna
xx

As a young girl
Louis Vuitton
With your mother
On a sandy lawn

As a sophomore
With reggaeton
And the linens
You're sitting on

Is your bed made?
Is your sweater on?
Do you wanna fuck
Like you know I do?

But this feels so unnatural
Peter Gabriel too

Can you stay up
To see the dawn
In the colors
Of Bennetton?

Is your bed made?
Is your sweater on?
Do you want time
Like you know I do?

But this feels so unnatural
Peter Gabriel too

Is your bed made
Is your sweater on
Do you wanna
Like you know I do