a dingo ate my baby

hi.
where have you been?
I've checked and checked for weeks but nothing. no stories. no blogs. no poems. NOTHING.

thats what you're thinking aren't you...?
i know you are.
you live and breath to read my blog and i left you high and dry.

well the thing is, blogging has become super low priority. i moved house last weekend and only this sunday have i made my room a liveable room.
and surfing, well. i'm ashamed to say, theres been very little of that either.
that sucks actually. going to get that train back on track pronto.
however i do have a wee surfing story that i find grotesquely interesting.

Do you remember me telling you a couple of weeks ago i got hit really hard in the head with the board?
well i know you're all going, yeah yeah, hit in the head, real hard.
like i probably wasn't that hard adn it probablyhappens quite a bit.
well, i got kind of a scab on my crown. and it was like, not a scab you pick.
as in, it did not feel surface scabby, it felt like it was holding some of my head on.
and i waited for it to heal. it took up until very recently to heal completely.
hang on..
yeah it's fine now.
well.
My stunning beautiful gorgeous boyfriend man bought a new board this weekend!
it's hot. it's classy, minimal, chic. 6.4 mal with a pointed nose, whats that a gun?
anyways, so we went up to te arai this saturday, it was nice
nice. the swell was tiny. piet said he was bored.
hahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaa
however.
in the rumble tumble of the surf i notice something on my board.
i'm in the water off my board and i pull it in and look up close, and there, on the rail, down near the fins, stuck into my board
is
SOME HAIR
like, a good bit of hair, more strands than you could count, and it is stuck in the board and drifts off from it in the water, a good six incheso f hair, floating there, from the board.
and i promise you it is my hair because i've never met anyone with exactly the same rust coloured strawberry blonde hair as me, and thats the truth.

so there, my good friends, in the board, where it CUT MY HEAD hard enought to TAKE OUT A HAIR SAMPLE, is some of my hair.

how ew is that? i go PADDLING back out to piet to show him going OOOOO bROOOOO You gotta see this it sSOOO disgusting.
he said leave it there! take a picture!
I'm like: so much.
so when i get my board out in daylight next weekend i'll take a pic and you can all see!
how revolting.
i feel sick just thinking about it.
hair.

te arai was pretty. blue blue blue. do you konw water is blue because it eats up red and yellow light? same with ice. not because it reflects the sky which is what i reckon 95% of the world believe. anyhoo.
it was like, a foot if it was that. but then a sneaky rogue 2-3 would come out. but alot of paddling round trying to find it.
I was just stoked to a) not have a hangover and b) be in the water feeling fit strong and not hungover.
um.
yeah thats all. sorry boring.
you tell me something.