The simplest mysteries in life are the greatest ones. Eg: Why is the sky blue?
Alrighty, it's been-y a while-y since I updated-y my blogginy, so I shall-iny do-ey so now-iny.
I like yesterday (depending on which side of time you look at). Yesterday me and E went E-zone. And E introduced me to the famous para-para machine. FUN!!! Then we went on to play our usual (and long unplayed) air hockey. And I won!! Yes!! That's never happened before! E must be really out of practice...
Want to know the irony of our friendship?
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She's probably the safest friend I have, and I'm probably the friend she is most comfortable with... And yet both our mothers STRONGLY disapprove of their daughter's particular friend.
Like, gee, mummy... You're really smart, sneaky and sly, and I love you a lot... but seriously, of all the friends I have that you worry about, you worry about this one? This is the one that let your daughter have some semblance of a normal and happy social circle in a time when she had none. Same goes vice-versa. In any case, I'm not the one who brings home drunken friends.
We haven't communicated in two years, and we're still tight. What does that tell you? We're not best friends (though maybe we used to be, a long time ago), but our friendship goes on this strange and comfy level that I can't seem to form with anyone else.
And dearest mummy, E is the best bet you have to keep me from playing mind games with strange people. And away from the clubs you so disapprove of. And basically all forms of other trouble you dread.
What on EARTH don't you like about this? I don't understand.
*
Anyway, after that E accompanied me for my audition. They called me today to tell me I'm going to act as a teacher. Gee, what coincidence...
Flamenco went much better today. Vueltas seems to be my forte, and castenets and fancy footwork are my bane. And all else that requires combinations of arms, feet, fingers or all.
As part of my hopeful plan to get myself to relax in future flamenco classes (and also because I was naughty), I went back to E-zone by myself after class to do para-para. I wanted to use one of the other arcade machines, but most of them are not stuff I know how to play anymore.
Dang my blister and my cryogenically frozen wart. The former not being a result of the latter (though it can happen, yes, but this is not the case here). Dang my ezema, which just recently caused my hand to bleed. What's with the hands and feet? What's with my skin? Shtay arway.
I like yesterday (depending on which side of time you look at). Yesterday me and E went E-zone. And E introduced me to the famous para-para machine. FUN!!! Then we went on to play our usual (and long unplayed) air hockey. And I won!! Yes!! That's never happened before! E must be really out of practice...
Want to know the irony of our friendship?
*
She's probably the safest friend I have, and I'm probably the friend she is most comfortable with... And yet both our mothers STRONGLY disapprove of their daughter's particular friend.
Like, gee, mummy... You're really smart, sneaky and sly, and I love you a lot... but seriously, of all the friends I have that you worry about, you worry about this one? This is the one that let your daughter have some semblance of a normal and happy social circle in a time when she had none. Same goes vice-versa. In any case, I'm not the one who brings home drunken friends.
We haven't communicated in two years, and we're still tight. What does that tell you? We're not best friends (though maybe we used to be, a long time ago), but our friendship goes on this strange and comfy level that I can't seem to form with anyone else.
And dearest mummy, E is the best bet you have to keep me from playing mind games with strange people. And away from the clubs you so disapprove of. And basically all forms of other trouble you dread.
What on EARTH don't you like about this? I don't understand.
*
Anyway, after that E accompanied me for my audition. They called me today to tell me I'm going to act as a teacher. Gee, what coincidence...
Flamenco went much better today. Vueltas seems to be my forte, and castenets and fancy footwork are my bane. And all else that requires combinations of arms, feet, fingers or all.
As part of my hopeful plan to get myself to relax in future flamenco classes (and also because I was naughty), I went back to E-zone by myself after class to do para-para. I wanted to use one of the other arcade machines, but most of them are not stuff I know how to play anymore.
Dang my blister and my cryogenically frozen wart. The former not being a result of the latter (though it can happen, yes, but this is not the case here). Dang my ezema, which just recently caused my hand to bleed. What's with the hands and feet? What's with my skin? Shtay arway.
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