Sunday, August 27, 2006

PW, DIE.

i am TAKING A BREAK!
and not slacking.

staring at the flickering screen with nothing but "oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit" going trhough my head really isnt going to help much.
and i just realised that Farah has her part wrong.
OH SHIT.
OH SHIT.

not.
ready.
not.
ready.
not.
ready.
not.
ready.

and my stupid brother was trying to de-stress me, or so he claims.
he's off to OBS tomorrow and he has been in and out of his room, asking me endless questions.
he says that warheads are the sweets of joy.

matt: want to hear a dirty corny joke?
me: WHAT? (i was really stressed and irritated.)
matt: the corn fell into the mud.
me: HAHAHAHAHA. (gives him that -.-" look)

matt: what do you call something with 500 eyes, 3 legs, and 4 arms?
me: (glares at him)
matt: a liar.
me: literally bangs head on table.

then he went back into his room and popped out soon after.

matt: mummy! bring up my plastic cup and utensils! (shuts door again)
mum: starts to climb up the stairs.
matt: i said, bring up my - (opens door)
mum: appears right in front of his face.
matt: AHHHHH!
matt: you scare me!
me: looks up and smile.
mum: HAHA. what i scare you! ...

and it goes on.
they are inside my brother's room now.

ok.
de-stressed.
back to PW now.

the unkindest cut of all @ 9:36 PM