CURSING TIME !!
Yup, so run away all you little naive kiddies.
Before that, I'd like to pray.
Dear God, And Jesus, and Mother Mary, and St Joesph, and St Michael, *insert extensive list of saints and patrons*
I pray that my teacher doesn't have a blog. And I pray that my foot heals as well. And I hope that bee dies as well. Amen
No wait, the bee was already dead when I stepped on it so you can cut out the last part.
AMEN.
Flame-ee of ze day.
*hides* What IF she had a blog?
Nevermind.I'M NOT AFRAID!!
She talked. AGAIN. ABOUT ME.
Right. She PRAISED. AGAIN.
*screams*
And adviced too.
*smirk*
I wanted to tell her to quit making false compliments. Cause I HATE COMPLIMENTS.
YESH I DO.
Sorta weird for an ordinary girl..
But darling dear, I ain't no ordinary gal.
*does that finger snapping uh-huh thningy*
LMAO. yea right.
But I do hate compliments. I'll get that clear now.
I love critism though. Zats cause I consider myself a massively rude, average discrimination behavior defying, pure evil critic.
Damn self appraisal is just so quaint.
Ick, Mum screaming again. Darn.
Dialogue guide:
If all words are like this : Inner thoughts.
*tooooooot* : What my mum calls me.
If all words are like this : Making a statement typa voice.ANGRy voice
Mummy : *tooooot* U wait la. Ur shoe is gonna get bitten then only you know. Go save your own money and buy then.
Me : Yea Yeah la. As if i'm not doing that only.*grumbles*
Mummy : Did you just say something rude? You wait and see one of these days your gonna get it from me.*angry face*
Me : ooohh...i'm gonna get something? I wonder what. wah..Wii? Neh. New shoe? Neh. Wah...Codebreaker? Neh. High Definition TV? Neh. *spaces out*
Mummy : This girl ah.. No wonder your sister also has so much complaints about you. You follow your brother only la you.
Me : Yay. I follow my brother !!! Yup. Rude. Sarcastic. Just plain snobbish!!1 No wonder we get along so well.
Mummy buzzes off somewhere grumbling about moi.
I grin half assedly.
Life couldn't get any better baby. <3333
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