||[May. 16th, 2006|07:16 pm]
Spinning 45 Ballerina
|||||morrissey-brake up the family||]|
I really suck at writing this home exam thing. Wrote one and a half page today, and for the rest of the day I just watched TV and played with my Fruity Loops. Anyways, going out tonight, it’s kind of big deal here to go out on the 16th of may, don’t think I’ll leave the house tomorrow though. I really don’t like the 17th of may, it was okay when I was a kid but I’ve outgrown it and the only thing I still like about it is the balloons. (How cool is that they flout in the air buy themselves?) I guess you have to be in to rectums/small intestines filled with meat (=hot dogs) and children with ice cram smeared all over themselves in a big way to enjoy it. I don’t think that’s why we celebrate though, but know it’s turned in to this junk food fest with plastic toys from Taiwan and a Paris wheel. Not that I would enjoy it if it was totally nationalistic fascist day either… or would I?
Hang on captive audince, I think I have pict of my in my Bunad from when I’m fourteen on my computer. Yes, hang on...
No sorry… I couldn’t find it. I did however find one of myself as Russ. A feat indeed, seeing it’s how I only was one for two days. Wait a second. There.
bumble be from HELL:::HELL::Bebi