Davies' Lounge.

On the eastern underside of the world is an oddly shaped nolvety island. On that island is me, the left-wing, rock addicted, pollitically motivated, film loveing bad speller. And this is my blog.

July 31, 2006

Do da

So. yes. i'm sitting in Biology watching presentations on adaptions to enviroments. I've already done mine, so I don't have to worry any more. I did the blue wren. They are tricksy little buggers. Very permiscuouse. But anyway, for the big news, I have my deb dress! It's white and pretty. Which is pretty much what a deb dress is but never mind. The corset thing meens that I have to stand up really straight. I don't know how I'm going to dance in it. Or curtsey. Curtseying is hard! Very hard. Harder then the denceing. We've had three dance lessons so far, and I have gained a new respect for those people who dance on TV. I spite of that, i don't think I'm that terrible at it suprisingly. But get this, me and David are couple no.l 1, so we'll be presented first. ARGH! Hay, did you know that the wallaroos have a diet of grasses and shrubs? You'd be amazed what you learn when you listen to these orrals. I'm going to try it. See yas.

July 08, 2006

Guinny Pigs

Aproxematly 5-6 years ago, we had many guinny pigs. About 14. We kept the boy pigs and girl pigs seperate because years of experience said that this was the only way to keep the population down to a reasnoble amount. (anything over 20 is unreasnoble) These guinny pigs had many adventures, quite often begining with a mass escape from their cage and an armarda accross the lawn. (now small feet. We have a big lawn) Once they moved into the shed and it took 6 months to catch them again, once they re-aranged their cage structure, and so on. Back to the main story. 5-6 years ago we sent our 4 boy pigs to camp. This is not a euthenism for some sort of massaca, we quite literally sent them to camp. We moved them and there cage over to my grandmother's farm in Bunyip for a while. It was ment to be for two weeks. However, after about a week they somehow broke out and ran awey. For about a month afterwards you could acasionaly see a ball of fur darting under the lemmon tree, but after a time they disapeared. For years we thought no more of it. Intill now. See, my aunt who has the farm several crosscountry k's and river away now says she has guinny pigs liveing in her hayshed. They match the description. I always new the little buggers had a survival streek.