Jetsetting it to Brisbane

Fe bruary 1st, 2008

5:58pm

I am currently sitting in a car, on the way to Brisbane. The road we are driving along at the moment is quite boring, since it's the same stretch of road I've driven on a lot of times before and we are still nowhere near any signs of the city.Actually we've been driving for less than an hour, and it takes like four hours to get to brisbane.
Damn.

Ruckus's little brother is in the middle, between us both. He has absolutely no sense of in-car safety whatsoever and likes to yell and laugh incredibly loud. It's slightly dangerous.
We passed through Childers about half an hour ago, so that ended the Bundaberg stretch of road.
Ruckus's little brother is still yelling. I'm quite thankful that he can't read very well so he can't read that i'm writing about him. Otherwise he might yell about it, haha.
Then we might crash and die.

He's yelling AGAIN. Okay if we die, no one wil lever read this I suppose, but I would just like to say that I love whataboutadam from youtube and if I had survived, we were going to get married someday, I'm pretty sure.

Ah, we're going to the servo. How exciting for us. For those of you from other countries, a “servo” is a petrol station, or a gas station. I suppose we should really have our laptops turned off but honestly in the time it took to fully power the whole thing down, we'd be driving again by the time it did. Oh well.
Ruckus is also typing a blog, I think. How interesting, we'll be able to compare them afterwards. She's probably writing about her brother yelling again.
He's yelling about wanting chips now. Maybe he'd be quiet if we did. Good thing he's cute or it would be tempting to throw him out the window, along with Ruckus's sister, if she got her way. Ruckus, that is, not her sister.

For anyone wondering, Ruckus is actually my friend Rachel. But, just as I am Frank, she is Ruckus. Neither of us can fully remember why.
Her brother is playing with my hir extensions now, He thought they were real, even though the ends are really messed up and frizzled, the way blue plastic hair goes afteer a while.
So it's pretty exciting, sitting here the Camry, waiting for the driver and Ruckus's sister to return from the bathroom. The scenery isn't too great, just a truck full of crunched up cars and a “restaurant”. I bet the “restaurant” qualifies as one even less than Red Rooster does.
Oh I hope the next hour goes fast enoughl. There is only a certain time one can spend sitting next to a young child yelling “I'm hungry!!!” over and over.
Alright we're on the go again. Better turn off my laptop, I guess, or I won't have any battery power to blog about anything exciting that happens.

7:50pm

We are just departing Hungry Jacks now, and I am discovering another beauty of having a laptop: if I want to listen to music that isn't on my mp3 player but is on my computer, I can transfer it whilst in the car. Then when my laptop battery dies I can still listen to the cool tunes.
So me and Ruckus came to the agreement that the Gympie Hungry Jacks is a disappointment. Normally this particular fast food outlet is decked out in 50s memorabilia and usually it also has a jukebox.
But sadly, not in Gympie. This place was dull and didn't have anything leftover from the 50s at all. It sucked.
Haha Ruckus's brother has just decided that it's “scary being in between two laptops”. He's pretty hilarious now that he isn't whining about being hungry. Well I'm gonna take a break from writing and go shuffle my music onto my mp3 player now.

Bye.

7:58pm.

Okay, that's finished now and I'm back to typing. It really isn't exciting driving on this particular stretch of road, seeing as it's dark and we are near Gympie so everything would be ugly and boring anyway.
Lol @ Gymp-town.

So Ruckus and me have a new theme song apparently. It is “Insurance?” by the Higher. Only problem is that we always think of The Matches when we hear it, and that video of them dancing to it on the sidewalk.
Oh wow, we are moving to a place which has sidewalks. *&$@%^@$#~!!!!!!!!!

OMFG.

Okaay, I am exaggerating slightly. SLIGHTLY. There are sidewalks in Bundaberg, just not many. There are also not many elevators. There is one at the hospital, one on one of the few corporate buildings, one at one of the major shopping centres and one in my friend Lizzee's house. No joke, she has an elevator in her house.

So we're still driving down a boring stretch of relatively unlit road. It's boring as, well driving down a dimly lit road, but whatever. We're moving to Brisbane, who cares what this particular road looks like in the dark.

Ruckus's brother keeps babbling about Dilbert. I have the whole series of Dilbert (the television series) in my backpack, and I said we could watch it when we get to his grandma's house. So he keeps going on about how great it is, even though he's seen like five minutes of one episode. What a weird kid. He can't tell digital time but he is brilliant at telling analog time. So unfortunately when we are in the car and he asks how long there is until we get to Caboolture, you can't lie and say “about an hour” or something because he will know if you're lying. You actually have to work it out. Or he'll know if you are lying. It also means that he will lean over in a futile attempt to try and read my analog watch in the dark, instead of reading the time off the computer screen, on the side which is closest to him anyway. This is what comes of watching too much television. He doesn't care about talking clearly or making much sense or putting his shoes on the right feet or his pants on the right way, but he can tell the time extremely well for a kid his age.

Well nothing much is happening still, so maybe ill put my laptop away for a while. See ya.

9:10pm

We are nearly there. We drove past a sign just a minute ago that said CABOOLTURE so I guess that measn we must be nearly in Caboolture. I'm actually making more typos than usual, I think, because it's dark and I can't see the keys that well. Oh well, I can almost type properly. Without looking at the keys I mean. Sometimes I just get a bit confused.

We just went through a pretty bloody confusing intersection. If you have an almost logical intersection, a great way of making it confusing is to add in a level crossing just before it =/
Well we are actually in Caboolture now. All the shops lining this road actually say “Caboolture”.
The only problem with coming to Caboolture and then catching the train into Brisbane tomorrow is that we miss the most exciting and hectic part of the road, and don't get to drive on the M1.
Which means we can't sing our song, which is a parody of “California” by Phantom Planet. Basically I changed the words to make it fit where we were going but I can't tell you the lyrics or you will all know what suburb I live in, and I don't think you really need that information.
Yes I can see where we are now. We're driving past the cool park. Once we came here from Bundaberg on the train and Ruckus informed me that it would take about ten minutes to walk from the train station to her grandma's house.

After about half an hour of lugging my really heavy suitcase I was starting to hate her.
Well we've pretty much arrived at her grandma's house, so I think that's all from me for tonight.
I won't be posting this til tomorrow night though, because there's no internet connection at Ruckus's grandma's place. When I get to my house I'll post it.

Adios, blogland.