July 2011
“A self-sufficient human being is subhuman. I have gifts that you do not have, so consequently, I am unique—you have gifts that I do not have, so you are unique. God has made us so that we will need each other…”
—Archbishop Desmond Tutu
First Official Sleepover (Not At My Place)
I think last night was the first time my mum has let me go to a friend’s place for the night without making a fuss.
My 21st year alive is so happening like that. LOL.
The chef must have secretly added drugs in our dinner last night or something, because the few of us were tripping out. Half the time we were making unplanned random, weird noises and laughing at each other while eating and then laughing some more. PP, especially, was acting fucking weird last night. She kept going “huhuhuhuhuhu” all the while rubbing her stomach, or bent over, shaking her head from left to right slowly with her forehead rubbing against her forearm. Then Rev made the best diarrhea-sound effect with her mouth. What can I say? I love my girls.
After that, I had a mini manicure session before joining my Boobilicious partner in making laughing stocks out of ourselves at Kinect. Then Nutto joined in and she clinched so many world records in the sporting arena. And then… her long hands went a little too high up and got cut by the spinning ceiling fan :S
We spent the rest of the night on the couch, watching Russell Peters’ Red, White and Brown. The rest surrendered to sleep after that, while Rev and I continued with Outsourced. Then we went to join the rest in bed, but went on YouTube and completed Slavery by Consent, the 10-part series by Bushwack Production of The Wake Up Project.
By then the sun was shining brightly in our faces and PP and Nutto had left. Still, we remained wide awake.
We prowled Facebook, discussed the best sleeping positions, talked about stomach aches.
It wasn’t until we played Rolling In The Deep by Adele on YouTube, while taking turns to serenade each other did we start falling slowly into the warm embrace of Sleep. Mid-song, the both of us fell silent and left the track to finish while it lulled us deeper yet into slumber.
We woke up this morning; stoned.
I came home expecting to sleep, but no, I decided it was a good day to wash the toilet, so I stayed in there for two hours, scrubbing in between the tiles with a toothbrush, brushing the tiles clean, scrubbing the sink and the toilet bowl.
Now I’m in bed after lunch and I’m supposed to be doing work, but Sleep’s beckoning again.
“A psychologist at a girl’s college asked the members of his class to compliment any girl wearing red. Within a week the cafeteria was a blaze of red. None of the girls were aware of being influenced, although they did notice that the atmosphere was more friendly. A class at the University of Minnesota is reported to have conditioned their psychology professor a week after he told them about learning without awareness. Every time he moved toward the right side of the room, they paid more attention and laughed more uproariously at his jokes, until apparently they were able to condition him right out the door.”
—W. Lambert Gardiner, Psychology: A Story of a Search, 1970
Sleepover with the girls tonight. I'm thrilled.
I second that name
acciojohnny answered your question: robotindisguise: What should his superhero name…
iPad 3
Kids will be kids. Let's not get in the jungle about it.
ohhdanglet-sbangg replied to your post: “Nancy was determined not to let her disability get in the jungle.”
When I read that I HONESTLY thought it was some new phrase kids are starting to use to “spice up” their compositions.
