"Love is for those who have never experienced heartbreak..."
More useless drivel about what never happens in my life. I think you're getting used to this.
I went to TV 2 today with some of my class. We had to stuff seven people into a very small red Lada. It was hilarious. We put one person and Aunt Dusty, who was driving, in the front. Then four sat in the back. and I lay in the laps of the four in the back. xDDD Some passersby stared at us. Most of them, in fact. And we were all scared shitless that the cops were going to pull us down and arrest the whole lot as soon as they could get us out of that tiny Lada. Thank goodness we were all women. We could've blamed it on that. xP
Then we went to the studio. I egged Eero into drinking grapefruit juice. He hated it and tried to murder me with a bun later on. Then we had a great conversation on how much he hates his D-drive and how my drives E through H mysteriously ceased to function. That's why I can't get piccies off my phone and onto the comp any more. *sigh*
Anyways, I was there, sitting in the audience for two hours, talking to Eero a lot, clapping way too much, and amusing myself by drooling over the hairdo of one of the guests. Not literally, mind. He was sitting maybe ten feet from me, so I couldn't reach him. xD I also wanted to steal his cowboy boots. Right at the beginning, me and Eero killed ourselves by laughing at the color the magenta spotlights turned our hands and hair. It was mental. No matter how you held your hand, it was always bright magenta-red. Like you'd rubbed beetroot all over your arm or summat. xP Then we amused ourselves in varying ways. Like me pulling Eero's shirt over his head, and him bumping his funny bone on the chair in response. It was bloody brilliant. Save for the bits when we actually had to pay some attention to the show. Which sucked, au natural. It's on the air next week. I'm terrified. ^^^;
On the way back, we tried to stuff Eero into the Lada as well. He probably would've fit, but Dusty didn't want to take any risks. So he took the bus, and the seven of us coasted off in the Lada. We saw a little red Lada just like the one we were packed into on the way back. It had broken down. We took it as an omen and drove very carefully back to school. The kids in the smoking corner laughed their heads off when they saw us drive onto the basketball court and park. And a guy who was driving a steamroller near the school looked ready to drive over us. xP
This all reminds me that I'm going to be on a TV set AGAIN next tuesday. Fuckity fucking fuck. --;;;; Hope Eero's there, we can piss each other off more...
OHSHIT. I just realized.
The entire Media Studies Year One class is going.
/And that includes Maiju./
The chick I'm desperately crushing on. O.O;;;;;;
I went to TV 2 today with some of my class. We had to stuff seven people into a very small red Lada. It was hilarious. We put one person and Aunt Dusty, who was driving, in the front. Then four sat in the back. and I lay in the laps of the four in the back. xDDD Some passersby stared at us. Most of them, in fact. And we were all scared shitless that the cops were going to pull us down and arrest the whole lot as soon as they could get us out of that tiny Lada. Thank goodness we were all women. We could've blamed it on that. xP
Then we went to the studio. I egged Eero into drinking grapefruit juice. He hated it and tried to murder me with a bun later on. Then we had a great conversation on how much he hates his D-drive and how my drives E through H mysteriously ceased to function. That's why I can't get piccies off my phone and onto the comp any more. *sigh*
Anyways, I was there, sitting in the audience for two hours, talking to Eero a lot, clapping way too much, and amusing myself by drooling over the hairdo of one of the guests. Not literally, mind. He was sitting maybe ten feet from me, so I couldn't reach him. xD I also wanted to steal his cowboy boots. Right at the beginning, me and Eero killed ourselves by laughing at the color the magenta spotlights turned our hands and hair. It was mental. No matter how you held your hand, it was always bright magenta-red. Like you'd rubbed beetroot all over your arm or summat. xP Then we amused ourselves in varying ways. Like me pulling Eero's shirt over his head, and him bumping his funny bone on the chair in response. It was bloody brilliant. Save for the bits when we actually had to pay some attention to the show. Which sucked, au natural. It's on the air next week. I'm terrified. ^^^;
On the way back, we tried to stuff Eero into the Lada as well. He probably would've fit, but Dusty didn't want to take any risks. So he took the bus, and the seven of us coasted off in the Lada. We saw a little red Lada just like the one we were packed into on the way back. It had broken down. We took it as an omen and drove very carefully back to school. The kids in the smoking corner laughed their heads off when they saw us drive onto the basketball court and park. And a guy who was driving a steamroller near the school looked ready to drive over us. xP
This all reminds me that I'm going to be on a TV set AGAIN next tuesday. Fuckity fucking fuck. --;;;; Hope Eero's there, we can piss each other off more...
OHSHIT. I just realized.
The entire Media Studies Year One class is going.
/And that includes Maiju./
The chick I'm desperately crushing on. O.O;;;;;;