Bach and a rather interesting conversation
Well, my parents came home today. I think they brought home a lot of other stuff as well. Not just them, I meant.
This is my conversation with them in the car:
"Hi Dad!" <-- that's me
"Hello Katherine, I missed you so much." <-- my dad
*grumbles are heard from Mom*
"Umm... hi Mom... missed you too..." <-- that's me again
"Why didn't you run or do anything?!" <-- my Mom finally says something
"..." <-- me
"Don't mind her Katherine. You did run everyday didn't you?" <-- Dad, he's so supportative...
"..." <-- me
One can imagine.
So anyway, I feel better now. I am not confused about next year, finally. I finally know what's going to happen. It's such a relief for my parents to be back. lol
I am listening to some Bach... I was going to download it onto my iPod later, but I first must burn it off the CD. It is very nice. Hmm... it is taking a very long time to import. WTH IS TAKING IT SO LONG?!
*sigh*
calmness...
My parents got me Hershey Chocolate... (spelling?) lol. I thought I might bring it to school, just to be an idiot. I thought to myself, 'why in the world would I do that?' so i just ate it. It was very good. That has got to be the best chocolate i've tasted for quite a while now... yummy...
Gwen might be happy to know, that is if she ever reads my blog, that I have got four packs of the pens that she likes. In those four packs, there are one pen of the four colours... I am actually thinking of giving a pack to her. I bet she will... I dunno what she will do. dumbee...
Ah... FINALLY!!! It has finally imported. Goodness... it took so bloody long. Moi likes piano music now... How interesting.
Come to think of it, I have this scene of what may happen in the future. I have this idealistic meeting of chance for all of us. I always picture it as a busy street and all of us are walking on it. We don't know that the other people are there, but they are. We've changed, and I have become even more beautiful than I am already. I could be even working as a model... lol. We accidentally bump into each other but at first we don't recognise each other. It's only after we stare at one another for a very long time, we realise that it was a person from PLC! Brilliant!
um... very idealistic.
Blame thingee. She was the only one who brought the topic of remembering and keeping in touch with people. lol. goodness... I was just joking...
Dumbee...
I wonder if long-term things ever work. la di da. I don't know... HA! I answered my own question. How...
My finger is twitching. My right index finger seems to twitch a lot now days. It seems to get really stiff and then start moving without me even ordering it to move. Perhaps there is something wrong with me... HA! That would be the day.
This is my conversation with them in the car:
"Hi Dad!" <-- that's me
"Hello Katherine, I missed you so much." <-- my dad
*grumbles are heard from Mom*
"Umm... hi Mom... missed you too..." <-- that's me again
"Why didn't you run or do anything?!" <-- my Mom finally says something
"..." <-- me
"Don't mind her Katherine. You did run everyday didn't you?" <-- Dad, he's so supportative...
"..." <-- me
One can imagine.
So anyway, I feel better now. I am not confused about next year, finally. I finally know what's going to happen. It's such a relief for my parents to be back. lol
I am listening to some Bach... I was going to download it onto my iPod later, but I first must burn it off the CD. It is very nice. Hmm... it is taking a very long time to import. WTH IS TAKING IT SO LONG?!
*sigh*
calmness...
My parents got me Hershey Chocolate... (spelling?) lol. I thought I might bring it to school, just to be an idiot. I thought to myself, 'why in the world would I do that?' so i just ate it. It was very good. That has got to be the best chocolate i've tasted for quite a while now... yummy...
Gwen might be happy to know, that is if she ever reads my blog, that I have got four packs of the pens that she likes. In those four packs, there are one pen of the four colours... I am actually thinking of giving a pack to her. I bet she will... I dunno what she will do. dumbee...
Ah... FINALLY!!! It has finally imported. Goodness... it took so bloody long. Moi likes piano music now... How interesting.
Come to think of it, I have this scene of what may happen in the future. I have this idealistic meeting of chance for all of us. I always picture it as a busy street and all of us are walking on it. We don't know that the other people are there, but they are. We've changed, and I have become even more beautiful than I am already. I could be even working as a model... lol. We accidentally bump into each other but at first we don't recognise each other. It's only after we stare at one another for a very long time, we realise that it was a person from PLC! Brilliant!
um... very idealistic.
Blame thingee. She was the only one who brought the topic of remembering and keeping in touch with people. lol. goodness... I was just joking...
Dumbee...
I wonder if long-term things ever work. la di da. I don't know... HA! I answered my own question. How...
My finger is twitching. My right index finger seems to twitch a lot now days. It seems to get really stiff and then start moving without me even ordering it to move. Perhaps there is something wrong with me... HA! That would be the day.
posted by poobah-kath at 4:53 PM
6 Comments:
So I'm thingee, am I. Well. Thanks.
So what is going to happen next year, anyway?
you're a bum yingee...
I am going to do a poo next year, that's what.
yeah.....hope the american toilets are better than the australian ones.
i feel strangely bitter now. ><'
you know, the toilet water is really high in america. I find it quite disturbing. I'm always scared that I'll fall in...
Why in the world would you feel bitter. Actually, I do too, but I think that's to do with the cough and weather.
My stomach is rumbling...
why so much water in the toilet then.
I dunno... I think they should seriously think about the usage of too much water. It's so bad!!! Actually, I'm really scared of the toilets in the airplanes. I always get really scared...
Post a Comment
<< Home