"Well, Arnold. That would be your thumb."
Heeeello my pretties. Just heard sirens going by. Thought I'd mention that, since they caught my attention.
I made more chocolate-mint cookies thursday and stretching the batch out as long as I can. By-god, they are delicious. I warm them up in the microwave and eat them with milk. They rock my socks. So does my Thai noodle salad, but that's a totally different, although equally delicious, story.
So. What have I been up to, besides sneezing and throwing up? AKA, things not involving bodily fluid. Yaaaaay.
Well. Put on a skit for Japanese. It was a skit that involved an actress and a director. I played the actress. Obviously it was all in Japanese, and we made up all the lines. The director was a girl who's in the anime club with me, Pamela. She's awesome at Japanese, which was a nice bonus, since I completely blanked on my second line. Did fine on the rest, though. ANYWAY. The play was on a death scene. First, I arrive. I forgot my script, so I borrow hers.
Then I say the line "I am very sad. It is because I am tall. I DIE."
She says the first one sucks, the second one need more energy and in the third one I say "because I am BEAUTIFUL" instead of tall,
and she basically goes "WTF. No. What the hell are you doing?"
and I go "can we try it?"
and she's like ".. no. Try 'beautiful but repulsive' instead."
So I do and she goes "No, that still sucked ass. Go back to the original."
And I say "Can't we try again. Pleeeeeease?"
And she says "NO. DIE."
So I do and she says "That was good."
And I say "I didn't like it."
And she says "NO. IT WAS GOOD."
So I say "... Thaaaanks."
Then there's some invitation to go for coffee to discuss the play and I refuse because my sister is in the hospital. Then the play ends. Yaaaay! And I made a gorgeous clapperboard for the director and stabbed myself with a cardboard sword. Dying was very fun.
What else has happened... uhmmmm. Mom bought me a backpack and shoes for my trip for Christmas. They are loverly, and I <3 them. Yaaaay.
Been reading stupid fiction books for my Canadian Women's History class. One of them was good and it revolved around symbolism involving a gun. The other was kind of irritating at first but improved a little as time went on. It reminded me of parts of my grandparents, which was fairly interesting. But I really didn't want to be reading them, so that was annoying. Fiction books for a history class is just an odd concept. Chhhhi.
Odd dreams lately, involving dying, flying cities and giant ships. I can't remember large portions of them, but the flying cities had a girl with a flying bike who was slowly evacuating the city. Yeah. It was weird.
Okay, I know I've run out of things to say when I'm talking about my dreams. I'll update more frequently . Promise. ^_~
I made more chocolate-mint cookies thursday and stretching the batch out as long as I can. By-god, they are delicious. I warm them up in the microwave and eat them with milk. They rock my socks. So does my Thai noodle salad, but that's a totally different, although equally delicious, story.
So. What have I been up to, besides sneezing and throwing up? AKA, things not involving bodily fluid. Yaaaaay.
Well. Put on a skit for Japanese. It was a skit that involved an actress and a director. I played the actress. Obviously it was all in Japanese, and we made up all the lines. The director was a girl who's in the anime club with me, Pamela. She's awesome at Japanese, which was a nice bonus, since I completely blanked on my second line. Did fine on the rest, though. ANYWAY. The play was on a death scene. First, I arrive. I forgot my script, so I borrow hers.
Then I say the line "I am very sad. It is because I am tall. I DIE."
She says the first one sucks, the second one need more energy and in the third one I say "because I am BEAUTIFUL" instead of tall,
and she basically goes "WTF. No. What the hell are you doing?"
and I go "can we try it?"
and she's like ".. no. Try 'beautiful but repulsive' instead."
So I do and she goes "No, that still sucked ass. Go back to the original."
And I say "Can't we try again. Pleeeeeease?"
And she says "NO. DIE."
So I do and she says "That was good."
And I say "I didn't like it."
And she says "NO. IT WAS GOOD."
So I say "... Thaaaanks."
Then there's some invitation to go for coffee to discuss the play and I refuse because my sister is in the hospital. Then the play ends. Yaaaay! And I made a gorgeous clapperboard for the director and stabbed myself with a cardboard sword. Dying was very fun.
What else has happened... uhmmmm. Mom bought me a backpack and shoes for my trip for Christmas. They are loverly, and I <3 them. Yaaaay.
Been reading stupid fiction books for my Canadian Women's History class. One of them was good and it revolved around symbolism involving a gun. The other was kind of irritating at first but improved a little as time went on. It reminded me of parts of my grandparents, which was fairly interesting. But I really didn't want to be reading them, so that was annoying. Fiction books for a history class is just an odd concept. Chhhhi.
Odd dreams lately, involving dying, flying cities and giant ships. I can't remember large portions of them, but the flying cities had a girl with a flying bike who was slowly evacuating the city. Yeah. It was weird.
Okay, I know I've run out of things to say when I'm talking about my dreams. I'll update more frequently . Promise. ^_~