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Gawsh I'm so bored. I want to write a list but I don't. I'm so obsessed with Parachute, it's like, so my life. I love festival atmosphere. Parachute is so awesome, like, everyone is so laxed out and all zoned. Lol. Zoned.

THINGS I CAN'T FORGET TO TAKE TO PARACHUTE '07

• An umbrella. I thought it was genius, that idea, on the account of having to sit in the marquee with like, 20 of us all cramped in instead to escape the shade and the heat instead of wandering round having fun.
• Jandals. Jandals are awesome for the gravel, like, your feet get all dusty but whatever. It's parachute, who cares?
• Cash in hand. Credit cards and Eftpos is rubbish, you have to line up for the bank and it takes forever, like the shops are open longer than the bank.
• Radios. Like the little ones that you can tune into other stations on. Real Walkie Talkie thingies. Like the ones that Matthew has that you can tune to channel 23 and say "Come in, Golden Eagle, come in. Over." And then you say back "Golden Eagle recieving Lucky Charm loud and clear. Over."
• An acoustic guitar. Like, everyone has them. They're awesome.
• Up and Go! The ultimate quick-fix breakfast...and lunch and dinner and elevenses and supper and...
• A unicycle. They're AWESOME...They're...incREDIBLE!
• A video recorder of some sort...to capture all those unforgettable moments of sleep deprivation-crazed lunacy that you want to share with everyone back at home.
• Friends. Cause you gotta have friends...No one likes a loner.

And that is it. Moccona heft mere mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.