grr...
i am QUITE annoyed. see, the thing that bugs me mroe than anything else is being accused of something i dind't do.
i mean, if i'm quilty of something, i know it. but when i'm being accused of something, i get so defensive. my pride and honour are very important to me, and i don't tolerate them being insulted.

last year, i got very silly ar the end of the year. i stayed up vary late, and was late for school a lot. my dad was pissed, as was i. so, this year, i've been trying very hard to be in school, and on time.
today was the "homwcoming," of sorts. in theory, everyone buys a ticket to get out of school at 1 and go to the football game. in practice, everyone just leaves.
i didn't buy out. i didn't leave. i was in class, and on time to my afternoon classes.
however, i was somehow marked absent, and they called home.

my dad tried yelling at me. tried, because i soon started yelling back. my throut is still sore. and i'm a bit stressed.

also! i moved tt! to brinkster. yay me!

marty on sunday ^_^

Vega’s Night Out

The ladies and I arrived at the location of the event. We didn’t want to take our purses or wallets with us, so Miranda took initiative and shoved all our money into her bra. She also removed all the key chains form the car keys, and attached the keys to her thong strap. Now that’s critical thinking!
We went inside and danced and danced until our shiny little girl feet were not so shiny – quite dirty, in fact. Wanting to take pictures, we left the ladies behind, and Miranda and I went to get the cameras out of the car. Miranda was having trouble opening the trunk. Forgetting that they keys were attached to her underpants, I tried to help. Not a good idea. What happened was certainly not very nice for her.
When we all decided it was time to go home, we drove about with “the windows down and the system up,” calling out to all the young men we passed.
At a certain red light, Farah asked “Hey, is that a hooker?” She was pointing at a woman standing behind a garbage bin, smoking and wearing a rather skanky top and saucy hat.
“Let’s pick her up!” I cried.
Sadly, the woman moved out from behind the bins, and we saw she was far too modestly dressed. Besides which, the light changed, and we had to go.
Emine suggested, “Next time one of has parents out of town, we have to have a sleepover, and spend the night driving around.”
“Then we could really pick up a hooker!” I said.
“Do you think one could handle all five of us?”
“No, we just take her out for coffee, and have her give us tips.”
Since that night, everyone I have told this plan to has agreed it is a good idea.


i wrote all that to forever capture in memory the wonderful time i had saturday night with the ladies. at the ex, there was a huge indian party, to celebrate ram defeating rama (or rama defeating ram, i can never remeber which one's the good guy) and winning back sita. it's a 10-day festival, and after it are the 20 days before diwali. ^_^ i'm hoping my indian friends remember me, and invite me to do something nice for diwali.

i've stll not sat vit down to discuss exactly what my internet allowance is gonna be, but i'll do that.

things on my mind:
i miss being in love, wanna try that again.
WHAT IN GOOD HELL do i get addy and greg for their birthdays?
sigh... cambridge applications would have been due tomorrow... but UCAS didn't send me the forms.
so. much. homework.
looking forward to next ARF meeting. don't think i've mentioned the ARF before, will do that too.
I MISS MAX SO MUCH!