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Saturday, May 12, 2007

high

today as i was relaxing outside my house waiting for my mum to come home so she could let me in the front door, i got attacked by my crazy romanian neighbour. she works down at the beanery in church street with camilla, and i hear countless stories from camilla about how if camilla doesn't scrub the tables hard enough then no boy will marry her. i've never ever gotten the husband talk from my neighbour, as i was sure i was still considered to be a 10 year old child.
alas, i was sat down, with the bright lamp in my eyes, the interrogation began.
fifteen minutes later, and my entire life plan sorted out i was out of there (a tiny bit fatter.)
my life plan according to a crazy romanian woman:
  • find a nice boy
    • he has to be nice because:
      • i have long eyelashes
      • i am "very beautiful"
      • i am "smart"
      • i come from a "good" family
    • he must also be "lovely"
  • stay at home with my parents until i get married
    • all good girls must stay home to help out with everything
    • once they move out they have to look after their husband
  • once married i should have lots of babies. especially boys
    • boys are important as they bring in the money
    • girls are almost as important as they are beautiful
  • i have to stay with my husband forever
    • i think this means that divorce is out of the picture
    • as is marrying a woman
    • or not getting married at all
id also like to add that my crazy romanian neighbour thinks that i am too skinny.

in other news today i played pokemon until midday, then amy called me up and we went on a sexxxy date down to church street.

also, last weekend i went 4WDing and managed to kill Jose.
i don't have any pictures of the death as yet. but i do have a few others from the weekend:

the convoy.

Jose's new colour



check out how high the mud flies



my bedroom was the blue one



changing room



at the present moment he is being revived over in avondale heights. (near keilor. (near the airport... kinda. (FAR!))) this is due to the fact that i can't afford to tow him to brighton (approx $450)
i'm pretty sure the crankshaft is broken. i could be wrong. anyway, it means $$$ to fix. and thats bad. the good thing is, im forced to get a snorkel now (reason why its broken = i didnt have a snorkel) which i've been putting off for a while.
i was kinda bummed by the weekend though. because sure, it was fun, but we didn't really do any fun trails. we just did muddy trails. the jeep is awesome at climbing those hills and finding its feet, but all it really did this weekend was get muddy. but it was pretty fun.
also, for all those worried about the length of jons hair, yes he has cut his hair and all is back to normal.


also, school is crap.
death to damminda.
and to microeconomics.

Labels: amy, jeep, jon, jose, life, uni

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