Rudy, dancing and nunga nungas
Hey!
The last two days have been great!! First FRANCE WON!!!! This resulted in me blasting Cup of Life by Ricky Martin and dancing with my sister. It totally brought back good memories from '98! My hallway is great for pretend model walking and also for dancing around like a fool. Except for watching the World Cup, I have been doing nothing but reading Louise Rennison's books. I read six so far (I didn't buy the seventh yet! I must get mom to buy it for me tomorrow!). They are such a fast read, and remind me of something I would write if I were funny, British and actually had a life! I can totally beat her nunga nunga stories (seriously...I would go on but this isn't actually a private diary is it?). I love summer. If you ask me what I have done, I will feel quite accomplished. First I along with my sisters managed to solve a 1026 piece puzzle!! Then I read a lot, and managed to eat my weight in Goldfish. I'm actually not kidding, because I was practicing throwing the fish into my mouth, and think that I have managed quite well with learning this new skill. I shouldn't be proud of this fact, because according to my doctor I have gained 8 pounds, weigh more than Ewa, and also have stopped jogging (it's soo hot isn't it?). Well the last two parts are according to me. That's okay because I believe I am also dancing away all the calories, and don't worry I have also not become a counting calorie type of freak yet, but am still enjoying eating all the food even with the sad realization that it is all now going to my hips. That was an awkard sentence with too many gerunds, but who cares? And now I'm cleaning my room (aaaaaaaah I hate housework!!!) in anticipation of the girls coming tonight! Thank God!! I haven't seen anyone since graduation, and am having friend withdrawal. Plus Ewa left for North Carolina to visit a college friend, and Marta left on Tuesday because she had to go back to work so I am all alone. Well okay ta ta for now!
me
P.S. There is nothing wrong with me getting my British on as long as I do not attempt a fake British accident.
The last two days have been great!! First FRANCE WON!!!! This resulted in me blasting Cup of Life by Ricky Martin and dancing with my sister. It totally brought back good memories from '98! My hallway is great for pretend model walking and also for dancing around like a fool. Except for watching the World Cup, I have been doing nothing but reading Louise Rennison's books. I read six so far (I didn't buy the seventh yet! I must get mom to buy it for me tomorrow!). They are such a fast read, and remind me of something I would write if I were funny, British and actually had a life! I can totally beat her nunga nunga stories (seriously...I would go on but this isn't actually a private diary is it?). I love summer. If you ask me what I have done, I will feel quite accomplished. First I along with my sisters managed to solve a 1026 piece puzzle!! Then I read a lot, and managed to eat my weight in Goldfish. I'm actually not kidding, because I was practicing throwing the fish into my mouth, and think that I have managed quite well with learning this new skill. I shouldn't be proud of this fact, because according to my doctor I have gained 8 pounds, weigh more than Ewa, and also have stopped jogging (it's soo hot isn't it?). Well the last two parts are according to me. That's okay because I believe I am also dancing away all the calories, and don't worry I have also not become a counting calorie type of freak yet, but am still enjoying eating all the food even with the sad realization that it is all now going to my hips. That was an awkard sentence with too many gerunds, but who cares? And now I'm cleaning my room (aaaaaaaah I hate housework!!!) in anticipation of the girls coming tonight! Thank God!! I haven't seen anyone since graduation, and am having friend withdrawal. Plus Ewa left for North Carolina to visit a college friend, and Marta left on Tuesday because she had to go back to work so I am all alone. Well okay ta ta for now!
me
P.S. There is nothing wrong with me getting my British on as long as I do not attempt a fake British accident.