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I went camping at Walkerville for two nights. Walkerville is right next to the beach, although i dont like it as much as some other places we go to, because it has rocks in the water, and only a small area to swim in. not that it mattered, because despite the forecast of lovely warm hot weather, there where strong winds the whole time we where there, and the wind felt too cold to entice me into the water. our tent was almost flattened by the wind.
yesterday, because it was so windy where we were, our friends who camp down there all the time took us to another beach. it was so awesome. we took the cars down these dirt tracks, and then we had to park the cars and walk for a bit.
suddenly, we were at the top of these sanddunes, and there is this huge stretch of beach, with white sand, large cliffs down one end, and not a single person on it. it was a lot less windy there, although we still didnt go swimming. my sister, her friend, and i walked down the beach to this little creek, and beside the creek was a hut made from bits and pieces which had washed up on the beach, with a grass roof. some of the grass from the roof had fallen off. apparently some african lady had lived there for a bit a while ago, which, with the skulls on the floor, added to the mysterious air of the place. we felt like we were on some movie set, or on some deserted island.
we kept walking, and started to invent theories as to why there where so many light bulbs on the beach (there were at least 9 that we counted, most of the variety they have in school), and each bit of string or rope we came across ended up with some elaborate story about how it got there. we found a dead penguin, and gave it a burial. it was so soft to touch. then, of course, with our imaginations gone wild, that poor dead penguin had died of bird flu, and now we would all have bird flu and die within half an hour, all alone on this windswept beach. i think i neglected to mention before that the wind was sweeping these grass seed things across the beach, they have spikes all over them which make them bounce. i might attempt to find a picture to add to the bottom of this post. they reminded me, from a distance, of the dustmites in Spirited Away.
I have a twin, apperantly. someone who did year twelve with the same initials and last name as myself. They stole my identity! not fair! And, to make it all the more *oooh!!* worthy, they got an offer for Arts at Monash Uni, which is where and what i was fully expecting to get in. it was my second preference, and when i looked in the newspaper, i was slightly worried that they'd made a mistake. But, i really did get into Melbourne Uni, which is great. i was so excited, i jumped around for ages. then when i was camping, a guy rang from International House, which is uni affiliated housing, to offer me a place there, which is also great! so, i can now almost say with absolute certainty (although not until i sign contracts and boring stuff like that) that i will be moving out of home on the 18th of february. whooot!