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Friday, April 2, 2010

Okayy... So yeah.
I wasn't invited to a certain party and was pissed about that this morning.
But the day brightened up when I realised that it was good friday and we're all supposed to be innocent, well-behaved little girls on good friday, so phsyeah.

Onto the main issue.

Since it IS good friday, might as well go to church, RIGHHTT? So I went to church. Actually I mean, I RAN to church in a HEAVY DOWNPOUR in what is supposed to be my PAJAMAS.

I arrived there dry though, I don't know why. Is there a possibility that I am not porous? *Dramatic, epic music in the background, accompanied by a dramatic chipmunk/sheep/gopher/whatever the hell that was with a ligtsaber, wearing a tutu.*

I arrived late, and to my horror, mass already started. And thus, I went on a mini hyperventilation attack, looking for Bern. Then, I saw her and her mom, with their signature manners, hairstyle, specs and height. When I finally settled down, this little kid in front of me was trying to deny the crucifixtion of Christ by saying that, "Jesus' hands were already nailed to the cross, so there is no way that he could have carried the cross." Apparently, this lil genius is gonna grow up to be a great... Debator? I dunno... Then when we did the intercession thing (rise, kneel, rise, kneel), he kept on droning on and on about the priest. Then during the gospel, I commented that THE VOICE sounded really constipated. My comment, apparently, cause Bern to ahem, burst out in laughter. (?!) Oh well, knavish speeches sleep in foolish ears. Fortunately she understands the word 'constipated'.

I guess the day sounded rather lame and retarded as well, apart from me entertaining Bern with a long, witty, dedication to the Hair of Fiona. And mooing sheep and pies. Oh, and Loo Loo too. :D

Which I will, of course, include in the INNER INTERVIEW post.

Veni,vidi,vici... 9:11 AM