Saturday.
22/03/2009
Was set to be a screw-up from the start.
Going over Dad's wasn't the most inviting idea.
But meh, i went.
We WALKED aprox. 17846346729 miles to town.
Where we went to McDonalds.
Then we went bowling.
It was OK, but bowling shoes go terribly with Skinnies.
I WON.
Meh heh heh. Take that, NSJGG*!
Then, we walked the 17846346729 miles back to the house.
On the note of walking long distances in unfamiliar neighbourhoods with a bunch of 8-year-olds, The NSJGG* and Dad take rubbish care of their kids and a friend of one of the kids.
They walked miles in front of us, didn't even check if we were following, and, on the way back, they took a short cut without telling us and just expecting us to follow.
I was stranded with whiney kids complaining that their legs hurt, waiting for Dad and The NSJGG * to catch up, on a feild in the middle of nowwhere.
And Dad had to phone me to say that he was at the house.
Yay.
When i finally got to the house, had a tip-top that leaked everywhere, played battle ships and watched sections of a cheap chinese comedy film.
As you can tell, i was estatic.
Then the 8-year-olds, the 8-year-olds' granparents, Dad, the NSJGG*, Danni, Sarah, Charlotte and I went to The Harvester.
Charlotte's changed loads.
She used to be my kind-of-step-sister when Dad was with Lynn.
She never used to talk to me much, same as Sarah, her twin.
But now she's 18 (but still short hehe), se has tonnes of piercings (incl. lip!) and awesome style and she actully talked to me.
I need a checked shirt now. ^.^
Apparently, lip peircings hurt more than nose or tip of the ear ones.
:/
I had some fruit kind of thing with a leaf for a starter.
A pasta with garlic bread for a main.
And a "Rocky Horror" thing for pudding.
It was basically a glass full of fudge cake with cream and chocolate and a cherry on top.
Funny, the cherry stem was also red.
Actully, it was more disturbing than funny.
But, anyways, then i went home and watched half of "You Don't Mess With The Zohan" but gave up watching through Danni's head after a while.
So, yeah.
Not all bad.
-J x
P.S. Oh, and Issabelle, mission acomplished.
P.P.S. Oh, and Rhiannon, you didn't text back in my time of need. BAD! BAD RHIANNON!
* Not So Jolly Green Giant
(AKA Amanda, Dad's girlfriend)
Juiced 7:46 am
