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Tuesday, June 29, 2004

I haven't blogged in a while... Yes... two days is considered 'a while' for me...
Nothing much happened. I watched the most recent Harry Potter movie. It wasn't that great, but I thought it was better than the other two.
I ate a popsicle and gnawed on the stick afterwards. I got a splinter on my tongue and it wouldn't stop bleeding. It happened while I was on msn and of course Obreja had to twist my words around and make it sound nastier than it was. "Sucking on wands eh..."
Then I went over to Christina's for a sleep over. I had my sleeping bag and it's blue and red. Like Superman and Spiderman... I felt like such a superhero...
We each got into ours and tried to knock each other down. Then tried to get up. lmao...
Christina scared the crap out of me with her Troll sleeping bags. *shudder* "It misses you Amanda"
Obreja's sleeping bag was mummy-like and it was hilarious watching her struggle to get comfortable in it.
We were in the living room and Obreja just suddenly broke out in laughter. Found out she was laughing at the paleness of my legs. O: "I'm going fake tanning... You know... Shake 'n Bake" lmao!
We watched a shitload of movies last night/this morning: The Order, Aladdin, Little Mermaid, A Walk to Remember.
Everyone enjoyed me and Christina's duets. A whole new wooooooooorld... *glass shatters*
Obreja left at around 2 I think and then I watched Christina cook. She burnt some of the chicken and the noodles, but I ate the burntness to get rid of the evidence.
Then more singing came... A lot more! I forced to listen to Clay... *shudder*
We tried to sing Walkie Talkie Man. Let's just say mission was unsuccessfull...
So dinner came and it was too spicy for me, so I drank like 4 cans of juice. I had to pee like 6 times in the span of an hour. haha...
Christina found a bracelet in her pocket and gave it to me. And then I borrowed a CD of hers. She's bugging me now to finish, so I'm gonna end my blog now.

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