the trip up to dempsey's hut

"an indication of your busy-ness, is when you can't seem to remember what day it is."

and i can't remember what day it is today.

i woke up. correction: i was woken up. i had macs nuggets for lunch. quarelled over the custody of the 2nd packet of curry sauce. finally settled on the trade off between the packet and playing a few rounds of midtown madness on his XBOX. i think it's suffice to say that i got the better end of the deal. *wink*

i made a huge fuss over them not satisfying my craving of the moment: pepperidge farm's soft baked dark chocolate chunk cookies. hello? who wouldn't? just reading that makes me drool incessantly+imagining the dark chocolate chunks melting in my mouth is pure TORTURE. i can't wait to get my hands on them! i will just die, D-I-E if i don't get my hands on them and them in my mouth!

next up: i decided to play house. i vacuumed my room and even generously offered to do my mum's room too. i'm a very weird girl. i'm not a closet weirdo, i'm an out-in-the-open-full-blown one. i could stay in a pigsty (specifically my room) for months at a go; with clothes, 1/2 used clothes (clothes that i've used once or twice but intend to use again), undergarments, bags, towels, shoes, books, papers, fabrics, projects++ taking up at least nine-tenths of the floor. and i wouldn't lift a finger to do a damn thing about it.

there was one point of time, at the peak of school submissions, when my entire floor was covered in rolls and rolls of drafting paper, all my work, schoolbags and sewing materials. i was completely disabled from walking about properly. i was practically wading in my work. i had to tip toe, skip from an empty space on the floor to the next empty space, do the long jump/high jump.. etc ANYTHING just to get to and from the door.

you see.. i could live like that. if i had to.

that's not the weird part. as i've explained, i could live like that for months at a time and not feel the need to clean up the mess. BUT, once every pink moon, i'll snap. yeah baby, just like that. it always always happens in the middle of the night. why can't i be like normal people and snap in the daytime? no.. i have to choose to snap at 3 or 4am. trust me, once i snap, there's no turning back. (hey, it rhymes!) i'll be like some posessed woman, digging out the vacuum cleaner and all the cleaning detergents. let the cleaning begin. i'll clean and clean and suck up every single molecule of dust until my room is spick and span, and i'm left half dead, lying on the floor.

last night, i snapped. today, my inner housewife got her chance to vacuum. (somehow, i managed to force the post-snapped me to abandon all thoughts of vacuuming at 3am)

had a lovely dinner with sarah and her family. we ate at jerry's along club street. it was nice and quiet, surprisingly, but pleasant all the same. the food was amazing! i LOVE baby back ribs, it has been awhile since i last had them. i still remember the first time. daddy brought us to tony romas. i miss that place. i miss having dinner with my family.

i'm a meatatarian, and proud of it.

the coversation was on freeflow all night. i'm not surprised that sarah's sis and i share more than our first names in common. apparently, i'm not the only one who finds seamus o'grady HOT. *sizzle sizzle*

after dinner, we went up to this deserted bar place thingy. had a couple of drinks. it would've been more pleasant if i wasn't constantly on guard for those pesky mosquitoes. the hot bartender was compensation enough *wink*

i seem to be running out of things to say. just for today. so i'll end it with this.

real fact #33
termites eat through wood 2 times faster when listening to rock music.