The rooms in this house look as if a concert has just ended and the crew haven’t yet wound up all of the cords and cleared away the gear. It turns out all sound gear comes in a black box with silver rivets and edging. Or perhaps our flatmates are stockpiling automatic weapons, but they don’t seem the type. I mentioned my upcoming birthday—it was upcoming at the time, now it’s drifting into the past—and Justin and Sarah decided we should have a barbeque, and cake, and balloons. They’re definitely too sweet to establish an arsenal.
Around 7:45am a flood of green and grey students, on bicycles and on foot, rushes past our window to the intermediate school (middle school). About fifteen minutes later the tide begins to turn, and a stream of white and dark grey students coolly make their way to the college (high school) in the other direction. When we first arrived, Chris and I went for a walk to the beach at 3pm and were practically trampled to death by the little darlings in uniform as they fled their respective schools in droves.
Yesterday we went to the store as a foursome, Chris and I with Justin and Sarah. We needed cookie mixes--something for the girlies to do while the boys virtually slaughtered each other with some rented video games. As well we raided the pick-and-mix sweets aisle and left with bags of colourful candies. Even the boy who checked us out, and he was indeed a boy, exclaimed, “20$ worth of lollies, now that’s alright, eh”. We had a silly night of Guitar Hero, WWE Smack Down, Call of Duty, gingerbread cookies and left over pizza. This house is fun.
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