You Da One

I don't know why but inevitably I always sit in front of that old guy with a phlegmy cough on the bus and subsequently get sprayed with some gelatinous fluid. This guy behind me today just kept coughing and phlegming up and then chewing on it and swallowing it.

Currently krumping the shit out of the latest Rihanna album that Little Mishelle gave me via usb. I don't know how to queue it up on Windoze Media Player so I just keep playing the separate files once the previous song has finished.

I went to the city today (by myself... a progression, don't you think? In year eight, I wouldn't even go to the school bathrooms by myself) to buy Christmas presents for family. I bought my mum a handbag (I know... I just bought her one for her birthday but she mentioned she was going to get a new black one) and some Studio Ghibli DVDs for my brother. For my dad, I bought this wind up torch from Ikea the other day. I just saw it there, amongst the other knick knacks and Ikea, and knew it was perfect for him. He wants us to install an exercise bike so we can generate power for our home ourself...

I think the wind up torch will be handy in a zombie apocalypse or alien invasion. If you've watched Signs, you'll know what I mean. They're stuck in the basement and have to conserve torch energy by switching off their torches. I mean, it's a crisis. It really would have been handy to have wind up torches at that point.

I remember one Christmas, we watched 28 Days Later and I made a pie.

My grandpa's coming to visit this week...

J