& that video is with sean.
so anyway, i woke up late today but managed to make it almost on time to meet the rest of the lit freaks to head down to mrsE's place. we wasted like, an hour shopping for something to bring her. and we ended up getting some juice which brand name i can't even pronounce. and lit lessons started with much chaos about esther (mrsE's kid) and then about the fabric starch (rachie's doing) and about how brain-dead we all were. (and by the way, no one did any of her work except rachie. hahaha. so much for E1.)we had spaghetti/pitas and juice and then we did lit and now i have homework. DANG. but i had much much fun bouncing on the bouncy ball, it helped keep me awake and slightly bouncier than anyone else (: yay, me!so after lit lesson, i 36-ed to the international numero uno airport to meet with my besties and as usual, QUEKS WAS LATE! o-kayyy, so we all were late, BUT she's the latest of us all. things haven't changed one bit, my love, not one bit. i skytrain-ed to T2 but the ride was so uber boring cos it went s-l-o-w and all that i benefitted from it was getting to my destination and meeting these two pretty hot guys who jabbered in an unknown tongue and wore matching bottoms. but, cute guys, nonetheless (: the only perk to my boring 2 mintue ride. the doors parted and i see this boy who looks anything but ebullient and i think "damn, what a spoiler. so beng." only to realize that that less than happy beng was my dearest sean who was, once again, acting cool (: when will you ever learn, dearie, act beng don't make you cool, and act cool don't make you jay.it took us forever to decide that we would settle down at crystal jade's for good bread, warm air and a nice ambience. and it was there that i decided on doing macbeth. one of the harder questions (taken off shenna's paper) was "Macbeth is a glorified gangster" do you agree with this statement. i was so stunned, i tell you. so i thought out loud, "what the heck is a glorified gangster?" quekie immediately piped out with a "ying chuan" and then we simultaneously looked at this crystal jade waiter who was honestly a beng, then we also simultanouesly pointed our female fingers at the sean himself (: and thus i ditched that glorified gangster question because my conclusion was this:"Before i begin my essay, i would have to define a glorified gangster. A glorified gangster, in this modern day and age, is simply defined as Ying Chuan, Sean and that beng waiter at Crystal Jade. Therefore, is Macbeth a glorified gangster? According to the text....."that SO does not work for an A1 essay. like my mrsE would know who chuan sean and the beng waiter at crystal jade were.so i moved on to some other passage based essay and saved myself the glorified gangster nightmare. happily though, guess who sat at the table next to ours? (: yes yes, my hot dudes who jabbered in Alien and wore matching bottoms. lovely. made my drone-ian life all the merrier. but the entire time, they just drank coffee and jabbered jabbered jabbered. BORING.while studying we doodled stuff on two pieces of foolscap which were promptly shredded to hide all evidences of our nonsense, we ATE (like friggin' pigs, me especially) and we managed to bug sean into buying us fries (: flower power! hee. we got a little bored after a bit so we skipped down to swensons to forcibly get sean to buy us a pint of fats, i mean ice cream (: yay, sean! we love you! and i owe you one.as the losers we were, we sat on some slope and licked sticky chewy chocolate ice cream off happy gay looking blue spoons while we daydreamed, joked and played with Icey (Icey, by the way, was our temporary pet Dry Ice. new breed of canines. very small, compact, portable and it smokes, vibrates, and brings truckloads of joy)oh and we camwhored with Icey too. so call us losers, we had fun.we actually finished that stupid tub of fats. SO DISGUSTING RIGHT? but its ok, sins can be worked off too. we walked off with Icey, still in hand and i (haha) dumped Icey into the fountain (: how many of us know that dry ice reacts vigorously when in contact with water? no prizes for those who guess what happened next.the stupid thing started convulsing and spewing tennis-ball sized murky bubbles, and not to mention we started the whole fountain smoking. haha.sean did a short vid on it, but vaness and i were afraid that the army people might think it was a bomb and apprehand us as terrorists, thus we scooted our butts off and headed home.i ate like an ass today, man. FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT ASS!let's see, there was a bratwurst, a mini-pack of honey cornflakes, a small plate of spaghetti, one pita, one bun thing, half a mango puff thing, a glass of coffee with ice cream, a little bit of fries, 1/4 a pint of ice cream and half a bowl of wanton mee. ARRGGHHH!!! idiot, idiot, idiot. grace ah, grace, what the hell were you thinking? and not to mention, now i'm broke. HAHAHAH. and i wonder why.so anyway,i think i shall go run, if the knee permits, and then i shall bathe, qt, sleep and go to school tomorrow.(yes, yes, i'm gonna go to school. i'm a good girl now)tomorrow's agenda:0900-1030 history1100-1230 chemistry1300-1500 tuition (Amath)1530-2200 study in churchieeeeee SMIU.
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