Our house, is in the middle of the street. Our house, has a creaky old roof.. Our house..
It was the song he sang, for the house we lived in before we left off to Dubai.
But yes, back to the spider. I could have sworn, that this morning when I looked up at the ceiling (which by the way, has become my new hobbie) I didn't see it. But now, it's dead. Sigh - May it Rest In Peace. And may it's children and/or siblings never find my ceiling, to die on. For some reason, I keep looking at it. Every few minutes, a quick look at it, to see if it's still dead. I think I'm highly paranoid. And scared. What if it suddenly wakes up from its death, and starts stretching one of its eight legs, and begins to run across the ceiling, and happen to lose balance, and fall, RIGHT ON MY FACE!! AND STARTS TO CRAWL DOWN MY HAND!! OH MY GOD!! *Shivers*. It's safe to say, that I'm very frightened of this dead spider. *Frantically looks around for more spiders. Stops. Finds something. She slowly moves off the bed, towards the door. She unhooks the towel from the door, and rapidly begins to hit the towel on to the ceiling. She stops. Nothing happens. The crack in the ceiling is still there..*
Ahem. Other than that. I've been doing the following:
- Following the cats around the garden, to see what they get up to. I lose both of them as soon as I turn my back on them to look at Bobblehead smiling at me. When I see them, hours later, Frosty is covered with sticky balls, and Cookie smells like a farm, and has twigs stuck on his extremely furry stomach. And then, on top of it all, they get angry at us, for trying to take those strange things, off them. Tsk. The things we do, for Felines. Not that I'm complaining. I mean, I love getting beaten up, and bruised to the point where I can't walk.. But you know, Pain is Love.. Apparently. (Gosh. Whoever said that, was a massive Cheeseball. Lmao. And I'm halfway there as well.)
- I've become extremely lazy. I do everything via technology now. To speak to Mother Dearest, I actually text her, when she is downstairs. And to communicate with Shafina, I message her on MSN. The only time I really get up, is to eat and to use the loo. Both of which aren't that frequent, so you should expect to see a massive double chinned person, who has become a Hermit, and smells like fungi-fied cheese. Oh, and has scraggly hair, that seems to have patches in places. Sigh, what a pretty thing I am.
- I got my AS Level results this morning. Lets just say, all those sleepless nights, and the whole, becoming a nerd thing, paid off. And just in a month's time, I will be that, yet again. *Woo Hoo*
- Ahem. Lately, I've taken a massive interest in playing ClubPenguin. Why, I'm the coolest penguin in town! I even paid, for a months subscription, cause I got so addicted. It's so wicked. If you ever come down there, be sure to check out my wicked Igloo. That has balloons ( I don't know why though, I guess I got too excited with the money I earned, carrying those heavy bags of coffee beans), A pet - that sadly went missing =( - , A fish tank, A turtle with a lamp, a wooden stump chair thing, A toy train (ahem. No comments on this one), and various other things. So many people wanted to add me, because I look so totally cool. I'm also, the biggest bully going. I throw snowballs at everyone who looks boring. Tsk Tsk. And Ahem. Here is my random something for you - A screen-shot of how wicked I look, as a penguin. Please, get ready.. For the most.. Gorgeous thing on earth.. I present to you..
SMELLYSANAA
Ahem. Now that the excitement is over. I have a message for people.
- If you do not understand the message behind my posts (if they ever have any), please do not comment. It will only aggrivate my mood further. I enjoy my life a lot, thank you very much.. And I do not recall a time when I have thought otherwise. So next time, do us a favour, and only comment, if you actually get the gist of what I'm trying to say. Fanks. =D
Side note - All mean-ness was purposely put in there. =D
1 comment:
LOL...yes yes you DO smell like cheese =D Fog.
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