ayoup.

Happy April, everyone.

Take it easy.

love,

me.

conversations

I'm putting my contacts in while Cheryl brushes her hair for the gazzilionth time. We're talking in front of the mirror.

"I think you have OCD. No, OCCD."

"What's OCCD?"

"Obsessive Compulsive Combing Disorder."

*beat*

"Well, you have...FAKE EYES!"

Gosh. I laughed so hard I messed up and had to put that eye's contact in again.

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Cheryl just bought new earrings. She's so excited, she must put them on right away. We're in the IKANO bathroom.

*puts hand on sinkhole*

"What are you doing?"

"Um, preventing you from being very sad should you be clumsy?"

"Pfft."

- a moment later -

*drops earring into the sink*

"Argh!"

*picks it up from between my fingers*

"Heh. You really thought I was being unnecessary, huh?"

"SHUT UP!"

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Adam, trying to tell me a joke:

"What kind of cat do you not want to play cards with?"

"Um. A dead one."

"Noooo."

"Okay, uh...one that cheats?"

"Noooo."

*beat*

"Can I tell you?"

"Okay. Fine. What?"

"A cheetah!"

I did say 'one that doesn't cheat', so technically, I was right.

But I do want to clarify that everyone should not want to play cards with a dead cat as much as they don't want to play with cheating one.

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Me and Sna in Econs this morning:

"Hi Sna."

*punch*

"Hi."

"You awake yet?"

*punch*

"No."

- couple minutes later-

*punch*

"How bout now?"

"You know, if you keep doing that, I'll just get used to it."

"No you won't."

*beat*

*punch* *punch* *punchprodpokepokepokepokesomemore*

"OKAY, I'M AWAKE."

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Cheryl and I were in with Ms. C's new class to talk about the A-Voice. Ms. C has some variation of the flu.

"Where's my juice?"

"Uh. Not with us."

-we talk about the A-Voice-

"I want my juiceeeeeeeeee."

"No. You have a cough."

"But I neeeeeeed it."

"But you have a cough!"

And WE'RE the ones that make her sick...

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You don't need any context for this one to be funny.

Talking to Rach:

"ARE YOU PMSING?!?!"

BAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

The funny part of this story, is that we counted back and realised that I actually might've been.

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In other news, I've decided that I'm gonna say 'ayoup' from now on, because 'hello' is getting boring.

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Okay. Back to the genius of Larkin.

*pretends not to feel like wanting to throw up*

:D

i believe you. i do.

Recently, it's been raining at night.

That's making my room really cold. You'd tell me to turn my aircond off, but there's no fun in that. So what I do is grab my old jeans which are now a lot too big for me and pull them on over my clothes.

Then I grab my oversized hoodie and put on toe socks.

Toe socks are hilarious.

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Philip Larkin makes me crazy.

I'll see you tomorrow.

late at night, you make strange things

because keeping this to myself would just be too selfish.

:)

no one ever winks anymore

"Why are you laughing?"

"Because I think you're funny."

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Hi blog.

My arm's itchy. I'm also kind of really tired. Not entirely sure why. I've had a decent nights rest.

I've got a story for you.

We were all in the car on the way home from lunch and I noticed that Adam's nose was chock full of snot. Of course, I just went ahead and told him.

"Dude, you have a tonne of boogers hanging out in your nose."

And he went to pick them. Which is not the problem.

He picked a huge glob and looked at it.

Intensely.

Which prompted me to say,

"NO, MAN. DON'T EAT IT."

Which, of course, prompted him to eat it.

Alex and I then started yelling in the back of the car. Mahm was a bit peeved and asked us why the blend we were yelling. We gibbered that he had eaten his booger and we were grossed out.

When she realised that, she also started screaming.

Adam, completely unfazed, went on to show us the booger on his tongue. That freaked us out more.

So the three of us were yelling about him, and dad tried to give him a high five.

I have the weirdest family in the world.

In other news, I did coursework right after I settled in.

Then I was tired.

Then I stripped down for a nap.

Then mahm called up the stairs that we were leaving for dinner in twenty minutes.

And I groaned and pulled myself out of bed and into the shower.

Then I drank coffee.

ohmygoodnessirememberwhatiwantedtoblogaboutnow.

We went to Chillis for dinner. For some reason, I did most of the ordering. And you know how at Chillis, there's a waiter assigned to your table? Well yeah. Our waiter was cool.

He kept coming by to check if we were alright.

I don't know if that's a thing they're supposed to do or not, but it doesn't happen most of the time I'm there.

And he was all smiley and stuff.

At first, I was really nice to him because I didn't want him to spit in my food.

But then he was really nice back, and then I was just being nice because he was awesome.

When we were done with the eating and walked past him to leave, I caught his eye and thanked him again. He smiled and winked. Okay, I know what you're thinking (yes, I mean you) and I wanna clarify that it was NOT the creepy kind of wink.

It was the friendly kind.

I SWEAR.

Right. So. That was a great story. No one believes me. Awesome.

I'm going now.

BAI.