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Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Oy! Close your mouth.

My dad called me from his work, asking me which iPod I want and what colour. He reminded me of Jasmine's dad for some reason. Only her's was about a supplementary card. Mine's about something way more important!

Him: But if I bought it your mother will kill me.
Me: I know, but not me what.
Him: Oy! So what colour you want?
Me: I dno. It looks ugly.
Him: If you see it upclose it looks nice.
Me: Oh.
Him: What about iPod touch?
Me: Only one color.
Him: Yeah. How about iPod nano?
Me: I said it looks ugly. What about iPod classic?
Him: No, that's too big.
Me: But it's capacity is huge.
Him: Oh well. But even if I buy it it'll be for me.
Me: OY!
Him: Oy! me for what. Okay, got to go back to work now. Bye.
Me: -stares blankly at the phone before jabbing the off button-

Seriously. Which dad will call their daughter (who was doing math stuff for the ever-imporant EXAMS) from work just to ask them on which iPod they want then later tell them it'll be for themselves anyway?

Okay, mine would. Sheezers!

I mean, look at the choices!

Seriously people, let's think! Okay, let's get back to tdy.

Horrible thing. I didn't exactly know what I was doing. Just writing. And writing. And being annoyed by Mr. Haw who peered over my shoulder reading my answers a few times. 'Excuse me but I don't like middle-aged men with receding hair to hover and read my answers very much, thank you.'

Eric cheateeeeeeed! Haha, he wrote his last blank of words after Mr Haw said to stop. Gwen's got loads of free time during exams. My seat is so absurdly hot. No fan. No window-accesible route. D:

Positively roastful in there.

Oh well. The more exams over, the happier I am. I like this old song. Teenagers. Haha, yes. I suddenly found it cute. Oh wellz. Time to go back to doing algebra or something. D:
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