Illusions are real enough to kill you.
Right... I'm back in school, wishing I could remember all the conversations I've had with my mum for the past month so I could lump them here.
Here's a vague memory of one:
Mum: I don't think I should go to Australia to work... I mean, who's going to change your nappies...
Me: What??
Mum: I still need to change and wash your nappies...
Me: It's been at least 17 years since I last wore nappies!!
Mum: Oh, really?
Me: YES!!!
Mum: I could've sworn it was yesterday... change your nappies... warm your bottle... mix formulas...
Me: There are people my age who take Home Economics for these things!!!
Mum: [pretending to be shocked] You don't say!! Really?
Jeepers... As you can see, terror is hereditary. I take after my mum.
Am currently procrastinating on everything I should be doing... Though to be honest, I've been quite the very sick lately (forgib de bad anguish... enguish... englitch...); that's all better today though; had I known clarinase pills worked so well I would've popped one long ago.
I was going to write some really bad exchanges between my sister and one of the diving lawyers who was impersonating a Bali priest, but nevermind.
Oh yes, I recently unnerved my sister... and annoyed my mum... by showing them that I could... what's the word... displace... my head in three ways: forward-backward, sideways and a'round'.
By the way, whilst my sister was genuinely unnerved, my mum was annoyed only because she couldn't do it. She nearly got the sideways one though.
Did I mention that one of my groupmates was stalking me via msn? It a groupmate from summer term. Strange how I always attract the ones I don't want, and repulse the ones I do. Not the point now though.
I'm feeling rich. Just got 35 buckaroos from textbook sales. Though, of course, that is offset by the fact that I later paid 25 bucks for a new text and had earlier paid 75 bucks for flamenco lessons.
Okay... maybe I'm not so rich.
Oh yeah... as it turns out, I'm not officially allowed to own a business until I'm 21. Not that I'm in a hurry, but I guess I'll stick to eBay for now.
I need to do some reading, so if you'll excuse me, I need to go impersonate a studious little angel.
... Heyheyhey... I can see you snorting!! I'm serious!! Stop it!!
Here's a vague memory of one:
Mum: I don't think I should go to Australia to work... I mean, who's going to change your nappies...
Me: What??
Mum: I still need to change and wash your nappies...
Me: It's been at least 17 years since I last wore nappies!!
Mum: Oh, really?
Me: YES!!!
Mum: I could've sworn it was yesterday... change your nappies... warm your bottle... mix formulas...
Me: There are people my age who take Home Economics for these things!!!
Mum: [pretending to be shocked] You don't say!! Really?
Jeepers... As you can see, terror is hereditary. I take after my mum.
Am currently procrastinating on everything I should be doing... Though to be honest, I've been quite the very sick lately (forgib de bad anguish... enguish... englitch...); that's all better today though; had I known clarinase pills worked so well I would've popped one long ago.
I was going to write some really bad exchanges between my sister and one of the diving lawyers who was impersonating a Bali priest, but nevermind.
Oh yes, I recently unnerved my sister... and annoyed my mum... by showing them that I could... what's the word... displace... my head in three ways: forward-backward, sideways and a'round'.
By the way, whilst my sister was genuinely unnerved, my mum was annoyed only because she couldn't do it. She nearly got the sideways one though.
Did I mention that one of my groupmates was stalking me via msn? It a groupmate from summer term. Strange how I always attract the ones I don't want, and repulse the ones I do. Not the point now though.
I'm feeling rich. Just got 35 buckaroos from textbook sales. Though, of course, that is offset by the fact that I later paid 25 bucks for a new text and had earlier paid 75 bucks for flamenco lessons.
Okay... maybe I'm not so rich.
Oh yeah... as it turns out, I'm not officially allowed to own a business until I'm 21. Not that I'm in a hurry, but I guess I'll stick to eBay for now.
I need to do some reading, so if you'll excuse me, I need to go impersonate a studious little angel.
... Heyheyhey... I can see you snorting!! I'm serious!! Stop it!!
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