have just finished my weekend supply of yogurt and am incredibly unhappy because mom usually buys 2 kg every week but in the recent ones she halved it - probably to control my addiction - when really, it just makes me v v moody and i really would go out to get some but have only just returned home from, funnily enough, pumping gas. dad forgot to (dismissive wave)
anyway while visiting blogs and looking at pictures of people from secondary school, i found that the ones who many would assume would only get hotter, or at least stay hot, were disappointments. huge let-downs, in fact, as with the case of
it just hit me that i should refrain from mentioning names, so whatever.
but seeing pretty people get uglier with age and ugly people actually looking better than what one would call Teen Royalty At High School is kind of a shocker although, if you think about it long enough, it would make sense because there's only one way to go from Ugly, and that is UP.
so since my last post, in no particular order, i have
#1. been watching all the old episodes of friends, which i thought dull and fluffy the first time i caught an episode (sec 3) and also did not warrant the production of ten seasons because buffy certainly did not last that long and it was The Bomb.
#2. gotten a lot richer whoopee
#3. graduated from driving school. there are, surprisingly, no rules laid down for using the parents' cars. i know for a fact that S was allowed to drive only in the presence of a parent, but dad has only indicated his preference that i drive in the day until am thoroughly familiar with the cars, especially that tricky bit with the signalling device on the left. i keep activating the bloody windscreen wipers. but that's fine, because i'd rather use dad's car than mom's. she keeps yelling at me from the passenger seat, for no reason other than that she refuses to trust me with control of her vehicle. i assure you, with the number of points i got in the test, I CAN DRIVE. plus, with an autocar it's like playing daytona. and this may be a psychological thing but you really feel a lot safer in a beemer. okay maybe not you, if you don't obsess about dying/losing limbs in a car crash, ME.
which is what this blog is all about, isn't it? me.
okay so out of point but am kind of trying to get used to this blogging business again; it feels foreign and new. plus, am trying this new thing where i type everything that comes to mind and not proofread so i can, upon later perusal, determine whether or not i have a logical flow of thought- but i think we already know the answer to that.
#4. been receiving a lot of grief from the mother, because i opened up a bottle of cordon bleu and used half of it to soak what is now termed my Four Hundred Dollar Raisins. i was making scones, and although i remarked that that bottle was very pretty with its blue ribbon and embossed seal, it didn't occur to me that it might've just been y'know, pricey. it is interesting to note though, that when she found out what i had used, a vein popped in her forehead, much like the kind you see in the movies when people are mad. i knew i had the popping vein, i just never knew she did too.
my scones are fantastic, by the by.
#5. gone for my law interview which didn't go so good. had to have a rather large dose of caffeine thereafter because i was so distraught. also decided that chances of being admitted are slim to none, so i
#6. took the SATs. because i'm singaporean and will seize every opportunity to bolster my application by the balls.
and if you read #6 carefully you'll realise there are two ways of intepreting it which will arise in a common understanding but the second (i'm assuming of course that it's your second as it is mine) analogy is so much funnier.
and that is all.
am so glad someone has made it legal to chuck ms H in prison. hail, hail. |