Monday, April 12, 2010

yes, i stole dumbledore's pensieve and dived head-first.

HYPATHETICALLY zoooom into the future and lets pretend i'm reading this as a 30 year old lady/woman who decided to look back on the days i was bothered  and had enough time to make a blog...
*ripples of memories*
HEY YOU! yes you/me/i/person/alien...same thing. remember when you and your sister used to watch How I Met Your Mother (HIMYM) all the time and you'd just sit there and watch it and it was really funny? maybe you should watch it some time...and remember (no you don't, but heres the) day your sister's friend, actually one-of-best-friends Nancy came over and you played tennis for an hour but it was really hot so you stopped and even though you were on a doubles team with Nancy versing your sister you still managed to lose 3-6? well, at least we won half...wait, i mean, at least YOU won half ..and then you guys went to coles (Nancy drove us) and bought mince and sour cream and an avocado that was a bit tooo unripe? and then you went home and you all got excited because we've never really cooked mince before and we made it and it was yummy and we put it on nachos with beans, cheese, gwakamole and salsa and put it in the oven? oh, and that was the best nachos you had ever eaten?


NO. you don't remember because it was a random day and the above was too detailed, but let me tell you that it was a really cool day because we later watched a studio ghibli movie (porko rosso) and it was interesting and then did homework outside and it was pretty, and I actually got some sort of work done...sort of.


then daddy (yes i still call 'dad' that) cooked his awesome spaghetti with ginger (asian style) and it was yummy as usual and then (which brings me back to the beginning) you watched 4 episodes of HIMYM with your sister and it was HILARIOUS and you especially like episode 9? (season 2) well, no, you don't remember, thats why you're reading this, and hopefully you can remember this day. Because today was a really good day ...okay back to the present now...


whoah. talking to myself is weird.

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