3(1) days of sharing, day 28: my week in great detail.
I don't really remember this week. That's a lame excuse sure, but time slips by me in a blur these days. Things have happened, I'm sure. I don't really feel like a willing participant in my life lately, including this week. But sure, let's try it.
Last Monday my parents were away, staying at Hayman island at the Whitsundays (some luxury resort). I was home alone with my sister. We had a lazy day at home: very stress free, cooked dinner late, cleaned up and went to bed. On Tuesday I caught the 7:49 am train from Grovely (to the city, all stations), changing at Brisbane central to the Gold Coast Express. I met up with a few of my school friends on the train: we were en route to visit another school friend at Burleigh Heads for her 20th birthday party. We had a great day at the beach: the water was flat as a pancake, Olivia and I saw for about an hour and then we all collected shells up by the rockpools even though the tide was coming in. My sister picked me up from South Bank station and we shared another peaceful night at home. Wednesday the parents were back though: we watched Seinfield all morning then she went to pick them up from the airport while I tidied the house in a mad rush. Dad took stock of the place while mum and I talked about their trip. We shared food stories, mostly. (Our house revolves around what we eat.) My sister went to her boyfriend's house that evening. Mum and I went Christmas shopping that night: she wanted to buy me something, but I couldn't name a single thing I wanted. She was quite distressed that I would have nothing to open on Christmas morning, but I didn't really mind.
Thursday was Christmas Eve. It didn't feel like Christmas at all.
Friday was Christmas Day and my 20th birthday. I got up at 8, earlier than usual, to help with preparing lunch. We exchanged gifts: I gave my dad North By Northwest, since he's been wanting to see it and my sister a Peter Alexander gift card. Dad bought my mum Stephanie Alexander's new cookbook from all of us. Michelle bought mum a meal planner and dad a desk calendar entitled "Life Is Crap", which he seemed to find funny. And of course, my sister finally got the laptop dad has been hiding from her for weeks: it's pink!
My sister and I had made summer berry puddings the night before, and were in charge of the menu: redcurrant jelly and brandy glazed ham, brocollini and asparagus with garlic, leek, zucchini and beans with garlic and fresh chives, honey and thyme baked baby carrots and crispy rosemary roasted potatoes. We spent most of the morning in the kitchen and finally sat down to lunch just before 1 in the afternoon, with a glass of Veuve Clicquot. It was a great day, overall. Very relaxed. And then, after lunch and desert (summer berry puddings with fresh berries and homemade white chocolate ice cream), we had coffees and played Trivial Pursuit. The afternoon was ended with a long walk. Then fend-for-yourself dinner, some Seinfield and finally, the better part of North By Northwest, although I still haven't seen the end because we turned it off to go to bed.
Saturday was Boxing Day Sales. I got a few things: a new shirt from French Connection, a dress, a shirt and a pair of shorts from Target, and a new pair of sandals from DJs. Nothing particularly notable: the sales didn't really excite me this year, which suits my bank account fine.
Sunday was yesterday, detailed in this post. And today: today was lazy. I played The Sims 2 and watched Seinfield (soup nazi episode!). Tonight after dinner we played several games of 500 as a family. I'm surprised we're all still alive. I still haven't written any of my fics for my exchanges: I'm beginning to worry myself, because it has to be done in the next few days if I don't want to be trying to do it via iPhone while we're on holidays. Well. There's always room for an allnighter tomorrow night. Inspiration just won't strike, and I find it awkward writing porny fic when my parents are in the next room.
Rest of meme here.
Last Monday my parents were away, staying at Hayman island at the Whitsundays (some luxury resort). I was home alone with my sister. We had a lazy day at home: very stress free, cooked dinner late, cleaned up and went to bed. On Tuesday I caught the 7:49 am train from Grovely (to the city, all stations), changing at Brisbane central to the Gold Coast Express. I met up with a few of my school friends on the train: we were en route to visit another school friend at Burleigh Heads for her 20th birthday party. We had a great day at the beach: the water was flat as a pancake, Olivia and I saw for about an hour and then we all collected shells up by the rockpools even though the tide was coming in. My sister picked me up from South Bank station and we shared another peaceful night at home. Wednesday the parents were back though: we watched Seinfield all morning then she went to pick them up from the airport while I tidied the house in a mad rush. Dad took stock of the place while mum and I talked about their trip. We shared food stories, mostly. (Our house revolves around what we eat.) My sister went to her boyfriend's house that evening. Mum and I went Christmas shopping that night: she wanted to buy me something, but I couldn't name a single thing I wanted. She was quite distressed that I would have nothing to open on Christmas morning, but I didn't really mind.
Thursday was Christmas Eve. It didn't feel like Christmas at all.
Friday was Christmas Day and my 20th birthday. I got up at 8, earlier than usual, to help with preparing lunch. We exchanged gifts: I gave my dad North By Northwest, since he's been wanting to see it and my sister a Peter Alexander gift card. Dad bought my mum Stephanie Alexander's new cookbook from all of us. Michelle bought mum a meal planner and dad a desk calendar entitled "Life Is Crap", which he seemed to find funny. And of course, my sister finally got the laptop dad has been hiding from her for weeks: it's pink!
My sister and I had made summer berry puddings the night before, and were in charge of the menu: redcurrant jelly and brandy glazed ham, brocollini and asparagus with garlic, leek, zucchini and beans with garlic and fresh chives, honey and thyme baked baby carrots and crispy rosemary roasted potatoes. We spent most of the morning in the kitchen and finally sat down to lunch just before 1 in the afternoon, with a glass of Veuve Clicquot. It was a great day, overall. Very relaxed. And then, after lunch and desert (summer berry puddings with fresh berries and homemade white chocolate ice cream), we had coffees and played Trivial Pursuit. The afternoon was ended with a long walk. Then fend-for-yourself dinner, some Seinfield and finally, the better part of North By Northwest, although I still haven't seen the end because we turned it off to go to bed.
Saturday was Boxing Day Sales. I got a few things: a new shirt from French Connection, a dress, a shirt and a pair of shorts from Target, and a new pair of sandals from DJs. Nothing particularly notable: the sales didn't really excite me this year, which suits my bank account fine.
Sunday was yesterday, detailed in this post. And today: today was lazy. I played The Sims 2 and watched Seinfield (soup nazi episode!). Tonight after dinner we played several games of 500 as a family. I'm surprised we're all still alive. I still haven't written any of my fics for my exchanges: I'm beginning to worry myself, because it has to be done in the next few days if I don't want to be trying to do it via iPhone while we're on holidays. Well. There's always room for an allnighter tomorrow night. Inspiration just won't strike, and I find it awkward writing porny fic when my parents are in the next room.
Rest of meme here.