Tripping to Lakes Entrance

We went back to her kitchen
Put the coke all in a can
Tied up a T.V minister
In walked her dad
He started drinking coffee
Too much sugar on the go
He fell dead on the floor
He thought the coke was sweet'n'low
Well are you an illusion
Or am I just getting stoned


Was that a bit random? Perhaps, but I thought I'd take a leaf out of the book of blogging...cliches I suppose, and write out some lyrics. Although, this particular selection doesn't actually mean or reflect anything, so it's probably in vain. I just thought it was funny, and has some minute relevance to the title of this post.

Moving on, I spent the last week in Lakes Entrance and it was fun. Now, I'm back at AMS and it isn't so flash. I would write a detailed account of the trip, but that would be boring to write and to read. A quick summary would be that we slept late, got up late-ish (although earlier than I would do at home if I slept at the same time), went to the beach many times, did archery, went canoing, played lots of Singstar and ate heaps.

So, that's basically it. I don't have any photos, so I'll try to paint a picture with words. Here goes:

The flower blossoms
Ocean waves carress the shore
Seagulls soar above


Okay so that wasn't a literary masterpiece, but fun to write nonetheless.

In conclusion, Lakes Entrance was fun and I wish I was back there, and not back at AMS. AMS Majorly Sucks. Additional Maiming and Soul-sucking. A Meaningless Study. Actually, it's probably not AMS itself that is getting to me...it's more the idea of work. The very notion that I will have to do something. A chilling proposition.