Thursday, March 10, 2005
For once.Â
meg and i were in the same place but we have different things to say! ha! ha! ha! you all should know that that is very rare.
anyway, my mom fussed at having to drop me off at ics on her way to church but oh well, i made it there and the very kind security guard let me through without telling the office. we sat around for a while, periodically getting up to run from this happy bee that liked peter's pants and shirt a lot. too much. even peter grew fond of it, because meg wanted to kill it with her useless calculator, and peter pleaded for mercy on behalf of the bee.
blah blah blah
(oh, and meg, here's a mini grammar lesson from your tactful best friend: you don't rant about something you like, because you would usually rant about things you hate or dislike. maybe you meant the word "rave"? ok, i'm done.)
and then we got to the garage studio place thing, and i am proud to say that i was the only one not part of the band who stayed in the studio the ENTIRE TIME! hyuk hyuk hyuk! josh was shocked i wasn't put off by their gaydom but hey, they're always like that. they all love each other, sometimes too much.
and then i got roped in to sing some awful songs i didn't know how to sing (the irony of my mind being subconsciously infiltrated by simple plan and green day as this ponk, er, pop-punk wave hits singapore... it's not working on me), while josh boogied around and pete howled and isaku got carried away while stephen tried to get our attention many times - but it never worked.
and the whole time i was wondering where meg was... in a loft with nathan and ansell! ayyyyy. so much for doing your homework, meg. i was in there the whole time semi singing and i got my sermon done! *gloats* but it's all good, i still love you. even though i was your bag lady for a while, and my alter ego is cindy crawford (without the spandex, mind you).
as we walked to taco bell, we saw a truck that can fit a maximum of 8,387 Nudies. we gawked at the truck for a while, before realizing they meant ice cream cones. meg and nathan then had a rather intellectual conversation about naming nathan's kid Nudie.
so we spent the rest of yesterday being loud, being quiet at the prayer meeting, being loud before project 70, and then ... hmmm... i don't quite know how to end that sentence.
well, my point is i actually had a good day yesterday. even if i had to go with my parents to their friend's father's funeral. which was a little spooky, because it was a buddhist one and i saw the dead body (gasp, eek, squeal). and i missed amazing race! maybe i should ask meg's bindy who got kicked out.
today better be good, because people who have JUST signed up for the LTT must get their name tags done, and tell me, who else but yours truly has to do the name tags?
goodbye.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 3/10/2005 12:34:00 PM
anyway, my mom fussed at having to drop me off at ics on her way to church but oh well, i made it there and the very kind security guard let me through without telling the office. we sat around for a while, periodically getting up to run from this happy bee that liked peter's pants and shirt a lot. too much. even peter grew fond of it, because meg wanted to kill it with her useless calculator, and peter pleaded for mercy on behalf of the bee.
blah blah blah
(oh, and meg, here's a mini grammar lesson from your tactful best friend: you don't rant about something you like, because you would usually rant about things you hate or dislike. maybe you meant the word "rave"? ok, i'm done.)
and then we got to the garage studio place thing, and i am proud to say that i was the only one not part of the band who stayed in the studio the ENTIRE TIME! hyuk hyuk hyuk! josh was shocked i wasn't put off by their gaydom but hey, they're always like that. they all love each other, sometimes too much.
and then i got roped in to sing some awful songs i didn't know how to sing (the irony of my mind being subconsciously infiltrated by simple plan and green day as this ponk, er, pop-punk wave hits singapore... it's not working on me), while josh boogied around and pete howled and isaku got carried away while stephen tried to get our attention many times - but it never worked.
and the whole time i was wondering where meg was... in a loft with nathan and ansell! ayyyyy. so much for doing your homework, meg. i was in there the whole time semi singing and i got my sermon done! *gloats* but it's all good, i still love you. even though i was your bag lady for a while, and my alter ego is cindy crawford (without the spandex, mind you).
as we walked to taco bell, we saw a truck that can fit a maximum of 8,387 Nudies. we gawked at the truck for a while, before realizing they meant ice cream cones. meg and nathan then had a rather intellectual conversation about naming nathan's kid Nudie.
so we spent the rest of yesterday being loud, being quiet at the prayer meeting, being loud before project 70, and then ... hmmm... i don't quite know how to end that sentence.
well, my point is i actually had a good day yesterday. even if i had to go with my parents to their friend's father's funeral. which was a little spooky, because it was a buddhist one and i saw the dead body (gasp, eek, squeal). and i missed amazing race! maybe i should ask meg's bindy who got kicked out.
today better be good, because people who have JUST signed up for the LTT must get their name tags done, and tell me, who else but yours truly has to do the name tags?
goodbye.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 3/10/2005 12:34:00 PM
