What's so funny?

[matt02392]

Today has been one of those days where one person has just made the hole day a barrel of laughs unintentually. We went off to try on and book my tuxedo first, and that went ok. Gotta go next thursday to pick it up for the prom on friday. That was so boring. I hate any form of clothe shopping. It's one of those extremely dull necessities that i wish would just go away. Then my mother has an extremely bright idea. Let's go and get you some new trainers, and you're gonna have to try them on. Oh wait, your not waring any sox. You're waring sandles because of your toe problem. Ok, lets buy some sox then. Oh wait, they are a lot thicker than your usual sox. Ok, just put one of them on and lets try some trainers. The only set of size eights in a style i like don'e fit. Miles too small. Then the shop assistant comes over and tells us that you need two sizes up from your usual withs this style of trainer. Great. And those don't fit me eether because of my toe problem. Ok. That was another 20 minutes of my life that i'm never gonna get back. And incase you need reminding, this sort of shopping is, in my view, the dullist and most boring you can think of. Right. failed to get new trainers. Let's go back to the car. Then dear mum points out that there is an identicle car to the one we own on the space right near the car park entrance. OK. At this point, i'm wondering why she has told me this tidbit of information, because i really am not bothered by it at all. Then, the funny bit. She's already said that it is identicle to ours. Then she procieds to discribe it too me. "It's identcle to ours, and it's black!" Wow. That would make it identicle now wouldn't it. Then we go on are on way home. We've travled for 15 minutes and we are just about to turn into our road, when she remembers that she had to drop some parts off at the motor bike shop. I ask her, seeing as we are nearly home, if she can drop me off home so i can revise for my phisics and french exams tomorrow but she seems not to have heard me and goes round the block so she can go back to the shopping centre we have just come from. Great! So i have to spend another half hour of my life at some motor bike shop whilst mum gives back some hand book for her old bike or what ever the hell. Then steve, the guy who runs the store thinks it would be a good idea to read the safety instructions to me. This makes my jerney worth it. I don't think i laughed so hard ever when i hear that there is actually a sentence in a motor bike owners hand book that says don't drink the battery acid and the petral maybe famable. Also, there were some other gems like, please do not eat the rubber tires and do not drink the engine oil. That's no joke. They were in the harly davidsons user hand book. After we have all finished cracking up, we finally head home. Yay. My day of quote unquote productivity is over. Or at least that was what i thought. So i get home, and mum decides that it would be a good idea to organise what books i need to return to school and what i am keeping, considdering i'm never returning to the toynbee shit hole, oops, i mean school ever again after thursdays history exam. Ok, i say, lets get this over and done with. Then i find some really old french work from year 7. The folder, in which said work was located, read, matther cooper, french, 7 PR (which was wrong, i was in 7sm) march 3rd, 2006. Why did i ever keep that? What came over me 4 years ago to make me think, oooooo, that might be handy? That will be just another of lifes unsolved mistories. Anyways. That's where todays events end. Just revising now, and have auto dj from www.robsonradio.com playing in the background. Thank god that i only have two more school days left. If i ever see another exam paper again, i think i will go insain. Anyways. I'm out people.
P.s. Am i the only twitterite that hates these pointless spy master updates? Don't they have their own message board or what ever?