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Monday, February 23, 2009
hello, old friend. 11:03 PM

Mr Whitby: (on pronounciation)

"...It's PURchase, people! PURchase, not purCHASE. Because if you get purCHASED, you might get purCAUGHT."



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I have a v weird family.
Don't get me wrong- I love 'em. Love 'em to bits. But still.
Every day-- and I mean every day-- we have (at least!) one blow up in the household.
Usually initiated by my good mother.
I kid you not. > / = 1 every day.
It apparently runs on clockwork, too. I've timed it you see. It's almost as if Mum glances up at the clock every day at 9:14-9:17 and goes "...oh! We haven't had a blow up yet today. fancy that" and then "oh well I guess I'll just have to take it upon myself to invent one" and then she flips open List of Inane Reasons to Get Angry About: A Mother's Guide and randomly jabs a finger at one.
I SWEAR. We've had blowups about the silliest things. One time she made my brother sit down and write the letter "O" for about an hour, over and over, because she claimed his Os looked "too small and feeble".
...Srsly?! Small and feeble Os? So he's expected to write big fat bold Os as in
OmigOsh i feel gOOd
as in this fOOd is sO awesOme
as in lOOney
as in stOOpid
as in nOOb?


...come to think of it, maybe that's how the word "nOOb" came about in the first place. Notice how it's never normal looking like all the other words. It's never "noob", nooo. It's gotta be nOOb; as in nOOb. yeah "nOOb" was probably the linguistic spawn of oppressed little boys who were made to sit down and write "O O O O O O" over and over for an hour by their mums.

...come to think of it...maybe my BROTHER invented the word nOOb!
Now THAT is a scary thought.
But just between you and me- I wouldn't put it past him. He is, after all, a total techie whiz & therefore words like nOOb, CoD, HTML, and MapleStorey actually make sense to him.
no kidding the kid's a regular Bill Gates. 'Cept smaller and without a helicopter pad.


Now.
If my Mum chose to blow up about something that actually made sense, it would be fine.
Like. My room, for example.
Okay so my room isn't actually thaat messy. It just so happens that I use my floor as a closet and my bedposts as clothes racks and the ceiling fan for a clotheshanger and my closet for all the clothes that didn't fit on the floor or the bedposts or the ceiling fan.
I can't help it if I indulge in just a leetle retail therapy every week. And no ftr I'm not a shopaholic. I just have a Healthy Interest in doing my part to boost the global economy.
I'm the one-girl answer to all Obama's economic crisis prayers.


Buttttt digressing back to the topic of chaotic bedchambers...I actually still don't understand how the IGGY board could possibly have allocated Cara Neo and Toni Jackson (not that I'm complaining) to share a room.
Did they not comprehend the epic consequences of such a move?!
...Or maybe they did. Maybe they meant to. Maybe it was all Part Of The Plan.
Maybe they were all "okay yeah well the piping in this room's kinda leaky...and the walls're kinda falling apart... and even the lizards have evacuated the area; so since NUS can't afford a demolishing crew let's just bum Toni and Cara in there and they'll do the job free of charge".

hohum.

Okay now I'd better go get ready for training. time to die X 9823789501.
And then it'll be back to home and a shower and my messy creatively expressed bedroom and then I'll grab my pj's off the ceiling fan and then zzzzzzz.

Sounds like a plan.