Saturday, June 28, 2008 @ 3:51 AM
Oh my pretty pretty boy
Four hours ago I smsed Fiona telling her that I had something random to say. Turned out that what I thought, was what that was all along in her mind too (:
I seriously think that YW* is, !!!! cute. Ah-ma-gaddddd he's so cute he makes me want to hug & suffocate him.
Me: Hopeless case.
Fiona: No!!!! There's still hope!!!!
Me: -.- How come you are more determined than me? -.-
Fiona is so crazily mean, because of YW she actually put down somebody else that's, wellllllllllll. Close. To her.
(Hi Fiona if you're reading this I'm actually laughing already)(I promise to make an effort to go over to your place more often hahahahaha)
& then your royal highness had to try so insanely hard to push the oh-so-delightfully-adorableeee boy out of my head & return back to my books ):
* Names have been changed hahahaha (well you'll never know who comes by here)
Anyway, I feel like a pig. Yesterday in the middle of the night, my little tummy decided to give its owner a hell of a time & went crazy. It was like the food I pampered myself with about 5 hours ago just reduced to tiny microscopic things. So I, despite all my efforts to keep myself on the chair that I'm sitting on now, broke loose & like an excited puppy that's unleashed, I ran (yes ran) to the kitchen, ate two apples, a whole bar of Toblerone, downed a packet of chocolate milk, finished up the leftovers from dinner (pork chop heeheeheeeeeyummeh) with an insane amount of tomato ketchup (:, fried myself an egg, ate butter cookies...
Then, finally, my tummy was satisfied & I returned back to this computer, a very happy girl.
& to make me feel even more like a pig, I woke up at two today. But then again, sleeping makes me happy. So I'm a happier girl.
& My body clock is returning to normal. Finally it knows what's day & night. Yay. I'm a very, insanely, happy, girl (: (: (: (:
On a heavier note, despite my crazy mugging, I've another seven chapters of notes to complete ): & I don't know where the hell are my notes on Newtonian Mechanics. I hope after my MYEs I didn't take them as some trash & just simply chuck them into the chute. I seriously seriously seriously hope they aren't already disintegrated into erm. Little pieces of things.
Gym on Monday, anyone?
Okay bedtime.
(Shit the boy is still in my head.)