Saturday, July 07, 2007
"Everything"Michael BubleMy dad wakes me up to book tickets for Transformers and then tells me to wait as he has to check with my mum first. =.="
Anyway, PSL interview today! I'm nervous. And Lisa worries about her hair(: It should be fine, Lisa! I had an extremely entertaining conversation with Marissa and Baobi last night. Last night, we discovered that Marissa's dad is *gasp*
an uncle in disguise *GASP*! *faints*. I don't mean to sound
materialistic (attention Baobi!), but SRLSY. With all that money, A MERCEDES?! *double faints*
No, honies of the world, not a Bentley. Not another Beemer. Not an Aston Martin. Not whatever else. A Merc. *triple faints* It's okay, Marissa. The world feels your pain darling. I FEEL YOUR PAIN.
It's time to be a big girl now,
And big girls don't cry.That was just to add to the atmosphere for the kicks of it(:
Watched Doctor Who last night after Baobi gave me the link for Dalek in Manhattan (Part 1). Then I got hooked and proceeded to watch Rose run away with ugly Doctor Who before
very unhot David Tennant (attention Baobi once again). And aliens in London. AND I CAN'T FIND THE SECOND PART TO THE VIDEO. And Rose change history such that cars are going through weird time warps and disappearing and reappearing out of nowhere. And visions from creepy red things. MY COMPUTER ONLY LOADED HALF OF THIS AND THEN REFUSED TO BUDGE. Bawls.
Marissa's drawing graphs. Baobi's going to have her interview. I'm blogging. Damn, I sound lazy. Let's talk about yesterday!
Last Home Econs yesterday): Mrs Wilhame (I have no idea how to spell her name unfortunately) brought chocolates for us! Chocolates from
Belgium! Bernice now wants to move to Belgium =.=" With all it's chocolate and wild deer that prance into her in-laws' backyard and then proceed to escape via the road but not before it looked left, right, left at the road crossing!
Yay I am going to watch Transformers! My mum needs a hearing aid.
me: Eight rows from the front.
mum: Six rows from the front?! No cannot, too near.
me: Eight!
mum: Six?!
me: EIGHT!
dad: Eight!
mum: SIX?!
Oh argh. I have to go and bathe now anyway.
You're a falling star, you're the get away car,
You're a carousel, you're a wishing well.
And I get to kiss your baby just because I can.
;8:34 AM