I could do with an extra long thigh massage. You know what I like? I like it how after a whole 2 days of sprinting and jumping, your buttocks, quads and hamstrings get filled with lactic acid, and then after all of that, you get to sit down in warm clothes on the chair in front of the fireplace feeling how comfortably sore your butt is.

And when you have your 15 minute shower, you feel the sensory neurones in your arms and legs slowly come back to life, when previously, they would have been stone cold and you'd have been oblivious even if someone had sliced your leg open with a saw.

Sigh. The Mitchell girls are probably busy b*tching to their parents about the "f*cking asian cows who cheated because they were offside when they scored and the f*cking ref was being mean and biased"

Look, no offence but, it is definitely NOT cool if you (Noor and Anthea would know who) continually repeat "Huh!? what did you say? What was that?", meanwhile trying desperately to intimidate others by striding 2 cm in front of their face and glaring into their eyes with an upturned chin.

Sorry, it was quite funny.

Anyway, Athletics carnival was basically just the girls watching the boys own everything. At highjump, the poles that the girls use aren't even tall enough to hold a bar 1.35 metres off the ground -_-. With good reason. I have a slight graze on my elbow. Want to know why? After the 100 m final when everyone else was outside, I walked into the gym to find the high jump thing still set up from my failed attempt to jump a height which I could jump 2 years ago.

And then I thought to myself, "f*cking pole, I can jump over you easily"

So then I took a run up and slipped backwards just before I was going to jump and I smashed into the mat, landing in a heap of snapping velchrow and clanging poles.

Then I glanced around hastily to see if anyone was there to witness the epic stack. Luckily no-one.

=)