And that's it. Finito. Back to the shallowness of my everyday life. I'm sorry, much of this was meant to be posted last night, but Internet went pfuh.
I bought the ugliest pair of shoes today... er... yesterday! I love them so. They're too big, but I don't care. I coveted. Gabriel Brothers rocks my socks off. Oh, but they're so ugly. Brown with little orange stripes and a funky square toe. Apparently they were designed in Italy and made in Germany. To be ugly. I adore them. I'm starting a collection of purely ugly shoes.
So, armed with my cheesy YM magazine today (yesterday), I faced the challenges of calculus (and got a 30/36, which isn't too bad). And then left the damn thing at school along with my Darren Shan book (which I have since finished). Damn. Um. Yeah. And why do people assume that I bought the mag for Orlando Bloom? *irritated* First... it was free. So I didn't buy it at all. Second... Um. Yeah. Or rather... no. Amrita pointed to the tinytiny picture of Orlando on the cover and said "You bought it for him, right?"
Me: No. *points to 'Lijah* For him.
Her: ... Oh.
Okay, so sometimes he's a dip. But he's still cute. And... really, really skinny. Kind of like Greg L. Who is either anorexic, on drugs, or having severe metabolism problems.
Speaking of dips... I am one (and so is Kitty!). Yeah. And I'm getting kind of tired of being called a lesbian by Jamie. Trueness factor ignored.