You're so lame you broke the Lame-o-meter!

Everything about that phrase makes me happy. It reminds me of potato sack dresses, juggling a pile of books in our arms between classes, basking in the warm sun sitting on square wooden picnic tables and most of all of the uncontrollable laughter that rips into our sides when my school friends are all together. Where would I be without them?

The same jokes are told over and over again (like the one above) along with new ones we have learnt in our years apart. "Hi-5!" I shout to my awesome friend Alex. Annie turns around and remarks, "It doesn't even count as a Hi-5 her hand isn't big enough." The small size of Alex's hands as well as Julia's height, Bel's lovingly painful bear hugs and Tiffany's lame jokes are things which never leave us no matter how far apart we are, or how much we have experienced in our separate lives.

During schoolies, a thoroughly toned down and relaxed beachy affair, there sat a large fridge sized (I kid you not) box full of junk food in the kitchen. By the end of it, all the food was gone. Most of it disappeared during the multiple movie marathons we held. The most memorable would probably be the scary movie marathon. By the end of it we had all either a) screamed and laughed our voices dry, b) lost circulation to our hands because of a certain someone clutching our forearm or c) made a trip to the toilet accompanied by a toilet buddy. Some of the best moments of my life were spent in that crowded beach house in Sorrento.