read the following with a British accent:

[fullblownutcase]

so. my day. i woke up, and it was a gloriously freezing morning so i just hung around my house for hours on end till FINALLY at about 2pm my mom said oh ok ill take to you molly's. but then she remembers "oh! i dont have a car! ur father dearest has it!" so we wait for hours on end for harrison to get out of the bathroom so my mother can force him to bring me. He reluctantly agreed, to my surprise. So after about 20 minutes of driving around trying to find molly's house (i didnt know where the duce it was...for goodness' sake i dont drive myself there every blooming day), i arrive and walk in like its my house...Dan just sort of looked at me like i was a bit deranged or something. so i go down and LO and BEHOLD the best movie that has ever been created was playing: Napoleon Dynamite! so of course i watched it...with the company of my dear friend Alix. much fun, to be sure. so then we did exhilirating things like clogging the basement drain (oh my) and squishing a spound cake (ew) and talking about knuckles for a very long time. anyway. so then we made our way to Molly's room. Alix pretended she knew how to play the guitar, while i failed to repair Molly's computer. also, molly forgot to move Hoobay, which got her into trouble. tisk tisk. then i called my mumsy, and she came a little while later and picked me up and we went home. my life is so fascinating its not even funny...

I hope you found somewhere to invite yourself tonight, alix u poor thing.
Merry Christmas-eve-eve.