Sunday, June 11, 2006
I know this happened about 3 weeks ago, but anyway.
I went skating with the Breakfast Hater.
You know what really bugs me? (you're supposed to say no here)is that i can't walk straight after skating. Like some sort of drunkard. I don't get it. Seriously. On the ice, I'm perfectly fine-I can move, no doubt with some weird dance moves though, but the moment I get off and remove they boots, I get this bad case of flaillng elbows, Knobbly Knees- you name it, I bang into it. Good thing I got to bang into one of those stupid showoff-ers too.
Okayokay, to the point, here's what happened.
I met the her at the Jurong regional library and she was all blue. With a pig in the middle of her. Cute(in a pinkish sort of way). Then we went to the rink and skating round and round and round.
We talked- it always happens. And laughed. And when ever she laughed, she nearly fell.
One of her bad habits is that she always forgets to wear her gloves after a break, so I had to chase her back and wait for her.
Why is it that people feel that they can talk to me about matters concerning their bodies? We were talking about nice legs. And then she suddenly said, "It's usually the thighs."
And I didn even SUSPECT that she thinks about such things.
Now Chipmunk tail also likes talking about bodies. With me. We've been friends since last year, so when we went for walks around the school compound, we'd inevitably start talking about bodies- mostly other's, but she’d sometimes mention her own.
GOD, am I FATED to be a doctor? I mean, blood is okay- it tastes nice, doesn't look bad. But doctors are so DOCTORY- plus they’re hated but at least half of the children population.
I DON'T WANT TO BE HATED BY HALF THE CHILDREN POPULATION!
Ironic, especially since my mom has been planning my career as a doctor.
Bleugh.
I firmly refuse to be a doctor- so too bad mom! Go ask the other two brats or something.
What I do want to be is a bum. Ladeda.
Anyway.
After skating to the end of the world where I nearly fell off the edge, we went downstairs, wobbly knees and all, to the bus interchange and took 66 to the science center.
Sounds like a Really Nerdy Place, but it's cool. I like the talky thingys where you stand there and go HELLOOO? MOOOOO!
We watch Poseidon. For 12 bucks. I was, rather shocked, but kept quiet since I'm not the one paying. *whistle whistle whistle*
And then my parents offered to send her home. Which is perfectly fine with me- I mean, friends do that all the time. But has anyone noticed that she IS my junior? One year and 29 days, to be exact.
Oh well.
The moment she got out of the car, there was this loud explosion of noise as my family dissected her apart.
Sweet of them, eh? (cough cough)
Well anyway, I've lived to tell the tale, just barely though, and went home to bed
(You know what? WHY are All my posts all so anti-climax? Huh? Huh?! HUH?!)
Pijubi- I don’t know what that means, but whatever it is, my sister has been saying it to me a lot, so I figured that it was a bad word.
posted @ 2:21 AM
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