The cook was a good cook, as cooks go; and as cooks go she went.

Did anyone else melt a little watching President(not mine) Obama and the First Lady dance to At Last? Its lovely to watch how they seem to genuinely love each other, it just makes me feel all fuzzy and optimistic.

So my week started off pretty shit, a huge mess of unwelcome drama, strenuous physical activity(of the running variety), assorted school bullshit accompanied by a general feeling of Unhappiness. (Not to mention my face has decided to be a complete ass and act up, urgh, I guess theres a reason why you shouldn't go to bed with makeup on[get over it Face, that was like 2 weeks ago]) Monday was a complete wreck, I spent half the time exercising my Stiff Upper Lip and the other time feeling entirely miserable.(tried to remedy this by listening to Chopin/Debussy/Satie, re-reading Wuthering Heights and moping on the phone with Huimes) By midnight I was utterly convinced that the only way my week would turn out right was if two things I wanted to happen went my way, both would be events are completely out of my hands. JUST FUCKING CALL ME. You know I would never.

Its Wednesday right about now and I suppose my week has turned around quite abit. I've just had the best day I've had since school started. Huimes was right, only some friends matter. I haven't laughed so hard in such a long time.(Also THEY SHOWED A PORTION OF LES CHORISTES DURING HT Period and JB Maunier(<3333333333) makes everything peachy. Shit my whole paragraph got deleted in a bizarre keyboard misshape and I can't be arsed to re-write prettily. Uh. I went out with Van and Pam. It was fun. URGHH I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS PARAGRAPH GOT DELETED. IT SOUNDS SO LAME NOW. IT WAS TWICE THIS LENGTH. THE FATES ARE AGAINST ME.
I guess you just have had to be there.

My week seems to be going considerably better (ignoring the fact that I have to stay back tomorrow, zzz URGH. DAMN HISTORY SEMINAR), on Friday we're all going to eat Rosti and shop AND POSSIBLY MEET DANNY IGUANA and then buy Indigo Powder, after which LONG WEEKEND, I plan to spend it reading/re-reading an excess amount of Shounen-Ai manga, Franny and Zooey and eating the **** that Cheyenne wanted to surprise me with. (A surprise I completely ruined for myself by the way. How was I supposed to know it would be so easy to figure out?)

Tragic Rabbit says:
omg please tell me

Tragic Rabbit says:
is it edible?

Tragic Rabbit says:
is it ribbons?

Tragic Rabbit says:
is it your hard drive?

pink maggit says:
FUCK YOU NOTHING YOU GET FROM ME

Tragic Rabbit says:
please

Tragic Rabbit says:
Ive been having a really bad week

Tragic Rabbit says:
Ive been betrayed thoroughly by someone who I thought was my friend

Tragic Rabbit says:
I have to stay back tomorrow

Tragic Rabbit says:
Ive been breaking out

Tragic Rabbit says:
I have to go for of montreal on a diff day than you cause 15 is sold out

Tragic Rabbit says:
People bitched about me

Tragic Rabbit says:
Ive been having fugly days

Tragic Rabbit says:
I say a woman dig her nose today

Tragic Rabbit says:
FOR ALL THE ABOVE REASONS

Tragic Rabbit says:
Give me a tiny tiny tiny tiny tiny hint

pink maggit says:
BERNA DONT DO THIS TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!1

pink maggit says:
ok hint ah

pink maggit says:
my MOM specifically said not to tell you HAHAHAHA

pink maggit says:
i think you should know by now

pink maggit says:
I DONT WANT TO RUIN THE SURPRISE YOU COCK

Tragic Rabbit says:
OMG

Tragic Rabbit says:
I KNOW

Tragic Rabbit says:
WHAT IT FUCKING IS

Tragic Rabbit says:
I KNOW ALREADY HAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH

(Damn, I love surprises)