Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Seven
Barbie has ******* *******!
Today I went out with Lily to the dentist because she had an appointment. Apparently, she had an extra tooth growing beside her nose. The appointment was supposed to be at 10.30, but it wasn't untill 11 when she was finally called in. I ate mashed potato (from 7- Eleven), read a comic book, and was just about ready to leave when I got an sms from Lily (I don't know what she was doing, sms-ing in the dentist room. Or how, for that matter.)
The message read: "Im going to be stuck here for another half an hour - and so are you, you BOZO OF A SISTER! Hahahahahahahahahaha!"
At which point I prayed the dentist would accidentally drill her head instead of her teeth.
Fortunately, Kids Central was on, so I watched Ben10. Unfortunately, the TV was all high up, so by the time Lily came out my neck was in permenant craning position.
We left the dentist place thingy and set out for the National Library at Bugis. I sms-ed masdinahfiqannamun to come along, but they all told me to 'shove off, dingus-head', because they have way more important social things to do then 'go to the library with a dingus-head like you'. Way to make my day.
The library was even more depressing because there were SO MANY GREAT BOOKS. Well, not great so much as unseen. It was amazing how many books you can carry in an armload, if and when you really put your mind into it. It was only after carrying the whole armload of books to the borrowing counter when I realised that I forgot to return 4 of my other books. 4, people, 4. 4 books that I had already read. Which means that I can borrow 4 LESS BOOKS.
Man, did I want to kill somebody right then. (My first choice was Lily, but I was supposed to go home with her; I didn't want people to start wondering and asking things if I come home alone)
My conscience did not like my way of thinking.
C: Itu pon nak marah. Setakaaaaat.
Me: Diam ah.
C: You should be grateful that you can even borrow books right now! You shouldn't be angry over such trivial matters. Who's the one who's always saying that we should be grateful for everything we have?
Me: Me.
C: And who's the one who says that complaining and sulking would get you nowhere?
Me: Me.
C: So WHO's the one who should be on her knees right now, thankful that she can at least read?
Me: I don't see where you're getting at here.
I decided that the best way for me to lift my spirits was to get me some coffee. Now, before you start thinking anything, let's get some things straight. I don't like coffee. Never had and maybe never will. But I figure, why not try something new? Besides, isn't coffee the drink to make you go all high and stuff? I needed some high in my life.
I bought bubbletea coffee. Took a sip, swallowed it down. Smacked my lips. It's not the taste of coffee that gets me, it's that taste it leaves behind once you swallow down. There's a word for that taste: Craptastic.
What I don't feel, however, is high . In fact, I'm feeling pretty sober, though that's probably because I just finished doing house chores, and just finished reading depressing emails about devils and worms coming out of your chest (There's nothing quite like hanging underwear up to make you calm). The part about it making you high and crazy is just a baloney myth, I guess. I feel no effect from that coffee whatsoever. Why people say it makes you crazy, I have no idea.
K, I'm off. Feel like pouring honey on a beehive, see if the bees die of happiness. See ya.
12:35 AM
