Urgh.

Blueslipped and came home early from school because my mother insisted, and I'm not gloating anymore, Kitson&Shoojee&Kel. Because the past one-and-a-half hours have been terribly tiring. Although I wouldn't exchanged it for PE, since it gave me the opportunity to remind my mother of my shopping list.

I have finally sent my mom off to the airport. It was like sending a little child off to school - or, well, not that she's throwing a tantrum about not wanting to go, but it's just as taxing on those sending her off (ie me). Because I had to send a million faxes, photocopy stuff for her, phone my dad's secretary, answer all phone calls, get my mom's shoes and pack them up, find her eyeliner, advise on last-minute fashion crises, and so on and so forth.

I'd make a very good personal assistant/slave. My mother's trained me well.

But for 12 days, freedom! Yay!

Plans:
Sophia's makeover/another QAF session
Slumber party for the 13A girls, if things pan out


Christ. My mother left but ten minutes ago and I've already gotten a phone call from one of her friends, checking up on me a minute back.