Showing posts with label Not Sunday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Not Sunday. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Dear Amanda

Because I know THIS is what you will read first out of all emails, comments, and messages I could leave on your house phone.

Yes, I am alive. 
No, I do not know how long. 
Yes, you will probably come help us on Saturday with the Garage Sale. 
No, dear Connie will have no lovely snogging time while you are present. 
Yes, Saturday is going to be a massive disappointment for him (but ahem what does he honestly expect?)
No, I won't be busy on Sunday. 
Yes, I want to go to Pike Place (finally), seeing as Monday is our day off! 

I hope you are amused by this, ehm, poem?

x

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Hi, everyone!

Just thought I would leave a quick note.

Today, my father gave me my very own computer, and unlike my school-loaned laptop, which my parental units decided should be strictly for academic-related activities (homework, homework, homework... Oooh and emailing TEACHERS!) this particular computer, well, I can use it whenever I damn well please. I can use this to blog over the summer!

That is today's good news.

x

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Another Rose

I seem to have misplaced my journal where I wrote down all my thoughts and feelings on this movie I watched, Wuthering Heights. I want to find it and share it with you guys, so I won't post it just yet.

I'm going to Virginia until Friday!

Then, I promise, I'll start posting again.

The reason I have waited so long is because I wanted to wait until I got my new camera! Now I'll have some real photos to post!

And don't you worry, plenty of pictures will be taken. Big scary dinosaurs, statues, all the snow outside my Grandparent's house, all the beautiful splendor INSIDE my Grandparent's house... I might even get to bring my labtop so there might be a post on Wednesday, if we're all very lucky. 

Saturday I am either going to a boy's house or a show with a boy, and if you MUST know, because one of my friends insists that I write about it, his name is Conrad, and he likes Death Cab For Cutie and American noir films, and that is all you ever need know. That, and if I go to his house that means I get to make Tiramisu and other things watch movies with Barbara Stanwyck and Henry Fonda. Ahhh yes. Happy fun times. :)

Otherwise, Sunday post!

Merci. xoxo