A little girl asked her mother, "Can I go outside and play with the boys?"
Her mother replied, "No, you can't play with the boys, they're too rough."
The little girl thought about it for a few moments and asked, "If I can find a smooth one, can I play with him?"

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today's been long. my alarm was set for eight. i hit snooze until 9, then just turned the alarm off and my mom finally woke me up at 945. and then i spent the rest of the time making kitson's stuff. and i'm annoyed at myself that i eventually left the class quotes behind at home. anyway. i would like to have been kitson, because the presents were real nice.

ate a bit at home, and then went for lunch at spageddies. the pumpkin soup was really good. chicken stock, though, but i've given up on being fully vegetarian food. it's too hard to resist food that tastes good. vaish says that in my next life i'll be the chicken and she'll be the non-vegetarian. hard to beat that logic. my spaghetti with hearty tomato sauce wasn't as good as usual today. i think i've gotten used to the da paolo arabiatta, which is really good. and the m&s sauce my mom bought at one point, with olives in it. that was really good. i should get her to buy it again. hmm. i'm such a snob/diva. but seriously, my parents don't help the situation. the other day when coming back from safti in the school bus, my dad told me to ask if i could be dropped off at home on the way to school. ok so home is on the way, but if everyone who lived on the way asked to be dropped off it would be a little bit annoying no? sheesh. kelly's place after tanglin, and this time i could use the lift! by myself! but the lift is really quite annoying and kitson agreed that it was confusing. i'm not the only stupid one around. but then we always knew kitson was stupid. hmm. watched kitson opening his presents, watched the video claud made for him which was really nice, and then changed and went to fine arts from there. tried to buy a stapler at popular, but they didn't have the nice tiny type that i had which i LOST. i am still damn annoyed that my adorable tiny purple stapler is lost.

my knee is really annoying me. wound's scabbed over finally, but it still hurts a lot when bumped, and is really stiff. my knee is such a regular casualty, it's got the remnants of about 4 scars i think. ok i suppose that's not really a lot, but some people have nice knees whereas mine are like records of the history of my painful life. in any case, due to the knee, dance was painful. but i told her that my knee was in a State so she didn't make me do moonamandi or mandiadavu. started doing alarippu. quite fun. but whereas i can do semi-classical dance just fine, bharatnatyam makes me feel like such a klutz. it brings out the psychomotor loser in me, because i keep mixing up my feet and the steps and everything. almost fell asleep during paatu when she was writing down the song for me. oh and the templar revelation, even though i've only read all of 14 pages of it, is very interesting. dad picked me up after, so thankfully i didn't have to endure a long train ride back after that.

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yesterday: blogged about the morning at the zoo already. as for afternoon, i never really did get to sleep much because kelly turned up at 4. hmph. i was just about falling asleep then. anyway it's ok. she came to make the kitson stuff. and i didn't end up doing much, because soon after she came i went to cold storage to buy stuff for the party, and to pick up the kitson box from ruth's, and then by the time i came back a whole bunch of people were at my house and i had to help claud set up in the kitchen and flit around getting various people who were lost in various places. finally ended up with about 20 of them crammed in my room and the stench of socks getting quite bad. ok not really that bad, i'm exaggerating. but there was a socks smell. and maybe there weren't 20 of them, didn't really count. enough to make my room very crammed though. and doesn't help that as it is my room's a cluttered mess. rather like my brain, as i told someone yesterday. finally got all the food done and went down, and ate and hung around the playground and people got drunk and some people are cute when drunk, some people are plain scary.

for all the alcohol virgins/inexperienced people around: drink SLOWLY. if you gulp down beer, even two glasses, you -do- risk getting drunk.

but anyway, some people are cute when drunk, and some are scary. i hate the smell of beer, although it doesn't taste too bad. bacardi will suffice for now, although vodka blue's better. jolly chandy is weird. the smirnoff thing i had in york was good. can't remember what it was exactly, but i have a picture of it somewhere so i'll go check eventually. apparently it's easy to buy beer in pastamania. well, anyway i'll try again at jelita or something some time, and see if i really look old enough. anyway, even if i don't, there's always the "i left my passport in the hotel" excuse, and i can do a mean british accent. although if i'm at jelita in shorts and tshirt it might be a bit fishy.

truth or dare, shootshagmarry, i have never. i'm wondering if it's nicer if someone wants to shag you or if someone wants to marry you. i used to think shag was nicer, because it means that you're hot whereas marry is sort of.. boring. but of late marry is becoming nicer because it means security and reliability and stuff and of late that's become rather attractive. and i really am predominantly straight, although i have had a girlcrush once.

i went up about 6 times to get various things for various people. got quite annoyed by the end of it, but party ended off well when there were just a few of us having a conversation. i'm starved for good conversation. i think that's why clubbing never really interested me much. i'd rather have a good conversation with friends than go dancing with a bunch of hot and sweaty and probably brainless strangers. and pretty obviously, it must be pretty hard to have a conversation in a club. i've never been to one, but i have been to concerts and to dance parties and the music is generally the only thing you can hear. nevertheless, when i do get an appropriate opportunity i'll go clubbing just to try it. but ugh 'clubbing' is such a poseur word.

oh yes. i'm not going to hold parties at my bbq pit or my house again for a long time, because hosting parties is terribly tiring. don't know how my mother does it. and i'm not going for any more parties/lunches/dinners until promos. i'll only go out for occasional movies, which my mother will not know about because i have promised her my full devotion to studying. the movies thing is only because i can't live without my regular trips to the cinema, and i NEED to watch 13 going on 30.

i have such a long list of things to do! kwok essay, math, gp application, rp stuff. gahhhh.