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-Friday, March 09, 2007 ' 11:15 PM
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Well. This little Creep has had an awsumtastic two days. Wanna hear about it?
Course you do.

I had my dear Hazel-Nut sleep over. My Whole family officially loves her as much as me now. hehehe.

During dinner, i decided on impulse to go to the movies. So we chose to see "Norbit"
Eddy Murphy played dual roles in this movie. As both the Weedy little Push over and As the grossly Overweight beluga whale of a woman. A funny movie, however it was rather spoiled by a bunch of Juvenile delinquents horsing around. And im not talking throwing popcorn or assorted lolly goods, im talking :running in and out of the theater every five minutes, loud talking and laughing and, horse rides. HORSE RIDES for sobbing out loud! What sane person does that?
absolute losers. Thats who.
And then, after the movie whilst we were leaving, some old broad had a hissy fit at us, thinking that we took part in the disturbances. We corrected her and told her that we weren't in company with them. She didn't really apologize, but continued to rant. Stupid old blighter. :)

Then came The Photo booth Saga. See i had the not so brilliant idea of getting some of the photos printed off my camera. We had to choose the prints that we wanted. We kept picking the wrong number of prints. This little creep was so clueless. By the time we had chosen then and they were being developed, My sister had rolled up and we had to leave the rest of the prints behind!

We ended up getting home at around Eleven o'clock. This is when the "Doona" debate began. See over in england, they dont use the word "doona". They say "duvet" Or "quilt"
Now thats just weird.
Somehow or other, we got onto the subject of french words. My Favorite phrase would have to have been "Acoulet De Poulet" Which means "Chicken Fucker"
Lol where do they come up with that crap.
I soon dropped off after that.

Bright and early (8.00) I woke to find Hazel awake(with her make-up from last night still bloody perfect i might add). I think she was rather disgusted as waking up as such a ludicrous time. Hell i would be devo too if i normally start my Saturday at 11:00 and were made to wake at 8:00!

At 9:00, we started out. We looked to see if our photos were still there and to my surprise and delight, they were! lucky findings!.

Then on to hair Warehouse for my nose peircing. By this time my stomach was turning cirlces.
I chose my Jewelry and The girl took it for sterilization. So Hazel And i had to go and wander aimlessly for 15 minutes. That fifteen minutes could no have gone any slower!

We made our way back to hair Warehouse and i was taken out the back. I was ready to back out when i saw the equipment. Some weird Pipe thing that was fitted up my nostril and a helllllllla long needle. I shouldn't have even looked at it.

She told me to close my eyes and she stuck that nasty-sharp needle Right in there. Real quick like. I spose i got more of a shock than pain. Hazel Chose to turn and look at the wrong time. She turned just in time to see the needle going in. NOT good my friends.
The Girl Fitted the Jewel and cleaned my nose up. I paid and walked out of there looking like a bit of a druggie because my eyes were red as. See, when for example you get hit on the nose, this triggers the eyes to tear up. Nerve endings and such. So when the needle pierced my skin, i looked like i was bawling like a baby. But it still looked good despite the redness that occurred.

After that, we went to pick up Hazels ball dress. Absolutely gorgeous. But im not telling you what it looks like, If you go to my school, you will get to see it at the ball.

Then we went home.

There. thats my awsum story.
Aint you glad you read it?
Well, i kept you entertained i hope and if not, You suck

lol







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