Muscle Museum

So. Friday:

I spent the day waiting for ma mere to return from Tobago.

Then I was given a lift by my favourite Steve, and we were dropped off at Emma's, where we got into another car, and were dropped off at Hampton School. Hahahahahahaa. Their classroom was like a Year 8 room. Ahh, losers. We got offered a Saturday detention, which we all politely declined, and then we transcended (yes I know that's not the correct word, but I like the of it, ok?) on Oli's house, in order to eat all his food, and watch his tv. Good times.

I'd like to add that when Paul played Muse on the piano, and I cried, it is because I am over-emotional, and he was playing my favourite songs so perfectly. Not because I am weird in any way, shape or form.

So lots of other interesting stuff happened, like me sitting in Oli's room on the phone to Fati. Fati, I love you. And then there was a new social outcast group, consisting of Abi, Oli Gill, a softball and myself. Which was nice.

Home was wented to, and ... yeh, that was it.

Saturday:

I got up at some God-awful hour to go shopping dans le Kingston avec ma mere et mon frere. Alex got lost about 56 times. We bought stuff. Then Emma, Kris, Mike, Joe and Oli (gg) arrived, dragged me away from my family (thank you), and we went to the cinema to see Ocean's Twelve. I didn't actually see any of it, as I spent most of my time trying to stop Oli putting my hand in his underwear to measure how large his dick is. Thanks, Oli. Burger King was visited (shudder), and stuff was thrown at us by a Pat. No, I don't know either. But he knew about enzymes, so that's ok.

Bus home.

Msn.

Bed.