Well seeing as though i haven't written a blog on here in like, ages- i thought that i should really update.

Well after 5 months we finally got our stuff back and I've settled down into the lifestyle here pretty well. I've found a new place to hangout (GIANT shopping centre in the city) and have a few new friends to hangout with (when it isn't raining).

But really this blog is all about one special friend of mine:

~MopPit

Who drew this amazing picture for my birthday.



Sweetie, i've thought of so many things i could do to try and give you a gift that resembles something as amazing as what you've done for me. Even though you live 9604874 gazillion km away, you do your best to try and stay in touch with me. I know my drawing is about as good as a 3-yr-olds, so i can't draw you something as awesomely cool as what you've done for me. I don't have photoshop either, so i can't manipulate a pic, but i will do my best on paint. (And we both know how reliable THAT is.) But i thought that i could start with this blog dedicated to you, as well as a few other things that i'll surprise you with when I finish them. It might not be as much, but it's been created with love. So i hope that counts towards something. I'll update you when i finish.

It's well known throughout the hangout that i was a Numb3rs nut, and when promted, i could ramble on about it forever and never stop. Most people never bothered to even watch a bit of it, they just rolled their eyes and tried to get me upset by saying that Don will die in one of the future episodes, (He can't die, he's to sexy!) but instead you ended up watching one episode and becoming hooked as well, claiming Charlie as your very own.

Year 12 math wouldn't of been the same without you. Even though we were in the same class for only one term, it felt like longer. (Bananas, bananas, BANANAS!) We had really connected in yr 11 MMS, even though we've known each other since the bus in grade 8. We realised we both had a passionate love for the animated world that Photoshop gave us, and the crazy world of digital photography. It was then that we formed our own special club, and called ourselves "The Camera Whores", dubbing Will as our very own Pimp. I promise you that one day when I come back to the Land of Oz we'll dress up like sluts with mini-skirts, fishnet stockings and outragous eye-makup, and strut around Palmwoods hanging off Wills arms, taking as many photos as we possibly can.

I remember once when in one of the rare times it rained when we were at school, we would run out and get ourselves soaking wet while we danced in the puddles that formed.

I remember the time when we decided to visit Will and we were both chickening out over who would ring the doorbell to his house.

I remember the time we went with a group to the Plaza to watch a movie at night, and we took photos of ourselves in the green & blue lights.

I remember the time when we were the first people to our math class, and when Doyle asked where everyone was we said at the same time: "We killed them and ate their livers!"

I remember when we walked into the hangout and yelled "TOUCH ME!" because we could, and no-one understood what the hell we were saying.

I remember when we created Sparkles the Nazi Pony.

I remember that you and Shelby let me sit with you and listen to Linkin Park, igniting my love for that band.

I remember when we hung out at the country fair together, where we went on a sugar-high, sang karaoke and howled at the night sky.

I remember when we took photos of Jack's highlighters in math when we had a substitute teacher and made a video of our 'Bunny-Eared Fingers'. I also remember still laughing about it the next day.

I remember when we stood on the table and posed for the camera- and for a brief moment we danced on it as well.

I remember the time when the school bus had a radio in it, and we were singing along to every song.

I remember the first time you showed me DevArt in MMS.

I remember all the times we plotted against the Computer Techs for banning all of the internet sites except for the school homepage.

I remember when we would stare out the window in math and comment on how weirdly the pigeons where looking at us.

I remember, when we would always say "We killed the cat and now it's being shipped to Asia!"

And now, at times when I email you a depressing rant, and you would reply with the words that made it all make so much sense. You seem to understand how my mind works, and my feelings, much better than I ever will.

You are everything i could ever want in a friend, and I think of you like the perfect sister, my best friend, my soulmate and kindred spirit. I cannot image life without you.

And believe it or not, i still think we went to primary school together.