my room's extremely dusty! poor kelly and nasty were sniffing away all night because apparently they could smell the dust. (but then again nasty says she could just bang into a dusty wall and on top of the broken nose she'd also have a flu for a week. i hope that makes sense to you.) it's weird, i cannot smell the dust. and soph slept on the floor and she wasn't sniffing. but she lives at RIB. my mom says the dust because my room's such a mess/junkyard that it gets dusty faster than the maid can dust everything. anyway i have a feeling my maid doesn't dust very often. i suppose it doesn't help that they know i will throw a fit if they move stuff around the wrong way, so basically the piles of papers/files don't get moved and therefore most of the room gathers more dust. but then again whenever my mom comes to use the phone in my room she obsessive-compulsively clears my desk up. i was so annoyed yesterday when my desk looked so unfamliarly neat.

i wish i had more cupboards. i want LOTs of cupboards when i have my own house. because i am a total Collector of Junk.

now i've got dust-radar eyes. i keep seeing all the dusty places and feeling upset. tomorrow i am going to vacuum my room. yay. i really like vacuuming. it's the only domestic chore i enjoy. besides making my bed. actually i don't like making my bed. i think i make it nicer than my maid does, but i don't look forward to making it whereas i do quite look forward to vacuuming. maybe that's because i only vacuum once in about two months. but then again i don't make my bed very often. ok whatever. making my bed is satisfying but not pleasing. vacuuming is satisfying -and- pleasing. but the thought exhausts me in advance.

anywayyyy we had fun. it was a good relaxing nonsense sleepover. lots of very funny stupid things said... "nasty i just discovered i'll melt with you!" and "do you wanna see my pink pajamas?" (no prizes for guessing who said that) and a discussion about my lamp which looks like a toucan/pecan/pelican/oh-yeah-it's-toucan-and-pecan's-a-nut. and "is it a pony or a beetroot?" "it's a pony called beetroot... that's like asking if you're an aparna or a human.. but then again you're probably more aparna than human." have i mentioned how MEAN nasty is?! i'm endlessly victimised and tormented.

i rather enjoyed myself. animal noises and soph's massage drums (ew that sounds so bad but i shall not elaborate because it might just sound worse) and... other happy things -_^ haha look funny eyebrow-raised face.

oh wait there was one part i REALLY did not enjoy --- i went to get something from the kitchen, and A LIZARD RAN OVER MY FOOT! it was most traumatising. haha but then i had a reason to make other people go to the kitchen instead, and make nasty accompany me out to get the futon which is under the daybed which might very well have lizards. i hate lizards. they're sickening.

ugh. happy thoughts. happy thoughts.

i want another queen's couture tee. i loooovee my cookie monster tee. it makes me so happy. i want prelims to be over so i can have more fun and shoppppp. and, um, worry about university apps. badumbum.

btw comments are in a popup box now. i thought that would make the comments process easier but now you still have to get to the second comments page and click post comment to get the pop-up box. so i think i'm just going to have to implore claudia to help me out. soon, soon!