Sydney Jewish Museum

today my mod history class had an excursion @ the sydney jewish museum in darlohurst. had to be @ chathood way too early for my liking, 8am. went and got a nice big coffeeee with jay, i must say i'm always a little nervous at gloria jeans because you know how they dont put on the lid for you well im not all that confident in my lid sealing skillz and quite frankly i never know if i've done it right or is my cappuccino about to spill all down my nice top? or dress? or whatever it happens to be that im wearing. (today it was a nice sparkly top/dress and i would hate to have seen that ruined)
the train was sooo busy it was times like that i thanked my lucky stars for my height because i was able to get fresher oxygen from the higher reaches of the cabin whereas most other people (bar maybe jakob, johnny c.!) were sharing oxygen with strangers with bland lives and matching bland suits. i'm v. claustrophobic. and when lots of people keep nudging or touching me i get very flustered and very angry so i dont trust myself to say anything
we got off @ kings x and walked over and to miss hardys amazement the museum didn't open until 10am and it was only 10 past nine. crazy ! so we killed some time at the park and omg this is my favourite part of the story me and jay were sitting on a bench and there was a really cute boy maybe 4 or 5 walking down the path (not a parent/companion to be seen) and then jay laughed and said haha ray it looks like he's saying 'fuck' to us and i was like yeahhhhwhatevs! but then he got closer and we were both listening/lip reading intensely and he was quietly saying to us 'fuck off' 'fuck you fuck you' 'fuck you cunts' hahahahahahaha. we were in hysterics and he kept swearing at us with words im sure i didnt know at that age. then his mum started calling for him and we realised she was some standard crack whore or summin and let it be. but it was really quite sad i guess. later on he was going around pretending to (or actually?) taking photos with a phone of everyone. who knows

so we got in the museum. they searched our bags and stuff (i guess its pretty standard seeing as its the JEWISH museum so any racist/ anti-semitic motherfuckers might bomb the place) and the security guard said no gum and naturally i was chewing gum and there wasnt a bin in sight so i said umm and he said 'swallow it' so i did. i mean, its not like i dont swallow my gum, i usually do, but its the fact that a stranger told me with authority to swallow it that i dont like. no im not a fucking doormat who will swallow her gum at the drop of a hat
too bad i did

first an oldish german dude with not much neck and a lot of flabby chin and a lovely enthusiasm talked for ages about the nuremberg trials but i couldnt help but notice he strayed from the topic a bit and also a few things didn't make sense because his vocabulary was a little limited and omg was i the only person who noticed his passion for alliteration he kept saying things like and the POWER of the PROSECUTION was PERMITTED to PLAY the blah blahblah and it was killing me i was squirming in my chair yet no one else seemed to notice. i felt a lot like shouting by the end but then the next lady came in and she was a (jewish) survivor of the auschwitz concentration camp and her story was so sad it really made me realise that hitler was real and the genocide was real and this was only like 60 years ago and stuff ! fucking crazy ! my eyes got watery in a few parts when she was saying how she was the only one of her whole family who survived those years and when the war was over and they were released they still didnt believe it and thought maybe they were about to be tricked and shot it was just so sad . she was so cute too i really wanted to give her a hug i could have folded her up and put her in my pocket she was that little. i dont mean to be patronising though !

serious part over, me and jay had some adventures in the lift. we were only going down one floor but the elderlies of the museum wanted the lift too and said 'oh no thats only one floor down' and we were like 'ohhhh so sorry i didnt know that' but it was fake politeness and really you cant trust these teenagers with politeness. in the bathrooms after id dried my hands with paper towels i discovered a dryer and said hey a dryer! and turned it on but the power of the drying wind caused dirty hand towels to fly up and swoop me and ahhh germy germy germy

when we left the boy was still at the park and this was maybe 2-3 hours later

got some oporto on the way back to kings x i was so proud i (quite loudly) said lets get oporto and then next thing i know the whole group from the excursion is in there ! yum yum ! it was nice, not as nice as bondi ones but i hadnt had it in a while so that was a treat in itself
back @ chatty i departed from the others with a skip and a bound to check out a couple of oppys. strangely there was nothing that really tickled my fancy in the one that always has stuff that tickles my fancy. stupid lady opened my curtain when i was in the changeroom luckily i was fully dressed i wouldnt want such scum to lay eyes on my bare skin ! she didnt even apologise, bitch
i have to finish up i have more to tell but i have to have a quick dinner then rush off to ANOTHER excursion (a night one!) for english to parramatta (!) to watch a play (rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead)
ANTM FINAL TONIGHT i hate phil at the moment because hes being selfish and not waiting for me and DK to get back from our advanced english excursion just because he does standard maybe hes jealous of our talents
baha !
ALICE !