I can't find my pyjamas

[heywilma]

Dot points! Woo!

I now compulsive-obsessively scratch at my ears and tug on my new shiny pierce-ly gadgets. Owww.

My English assignment is on the right track. Woohoo!

My Economics assignment is being bummy.

To explain my absence, RP is not a very high priority right now.

I tried to jump on the soundtrack bandwagon, but failed. Who knew it was so hard to pick out 20ish songs from 1150 odd on my playlist?

I wrote Haiku in Logic.


The pink pen writes here,
On this pieces of paper.
Writing a haiku.


Cancerous sugar
Is not a very good thing.
Say 'no' diabetes.


Random things are cool.
You should do more random things,
You slobbering fool.

Upon reading that one, Sonja whacked me on the head, which led to...


You hurt my feelings,
Sonja, you head whacking fiend.
Owie, my feelings.

After that, Amy ripped up a piece of paper and started to throw them at Matt. He called them 'projectile missiles'.


Matt is sitting here,
Reading the haiku poems.
The missile misses.

Amy makes up a story I could tell my parents so I could go to Ben's place on Friday.


Ben's house on Friday;
Amy = Ben's sister.
Woe! Their parents dead.

*Uber talented at haiku, yo!* ;)