I want some dark purple nailpolish and a new dress.

On the weekend me and mum and my sis took the dogs to Warrandyte for the festival, it was so fun, even though it was raining, all full of hippies and suburban types and teenagers trying to be goths, but somewhow, sitting by a river under gum trees+black hair and ripped fishnets just looks odd rather than rebellious.

There were little pot plants to buy, five books for a dollar, lucky dips and school cake stalls I was almost tempted to have my face painted but not with the rain.

The doggies were a great hit, Hamish (the westie) kept trying to pull cakes off the stalls and the stallholders just cooed over how cute he was. He wasn't be cute he was being a greedy fatty fatso!