I'm feeling weird and dreamy and excessively high right now, so I think this post is going to be strange. Can't post any pictures thanks to Blogger's current pathetic state, so this one's gonna be pretty wordy!

Darn, Island Creamery ice cream kills me, it's downright FAB, yo. I think I might have to wake up when the land is still all dark to work out in the gym tomorrow morning to burn the calories I shamelessly consumed away!

But I've recently decided I'm ideologically opposed to gyms, considering how bad things always happen to me there! Like the time I was a little (uncharacteristically) dense and ended up making a fool of myself in front of the smokin' hot British guy with the sexy accent on the treadmill!

OH and the time where the mean security guard REFUSED to let me into the gym because he thought I was an underage and minors couldn't enter without adult supervision, even though I stressed repeatedly that my father was in there(and proceeded to gesticulate wildly at my father) and that I just exited the gym momentarily (I was perspiring! And in track shoes! I mean, was the guy blind!?) to use the washroom. But then he kept telling me over and over that I was 'so underage, no, cannot ma'am, no, very underage.'

OH GOSH, and I remember there was the incident with the weights! But that one is far too embarrassing to relate.

Boy, do I digress. Anyway, moving on!

So, we're not going to Egypt for our year end vacation anymore! I'm kinda sad about that 'cause I was looking forward to naming a camel Walrus (hah! Naming a camel Walrus is such a stellar idea; I impress myself with my intellect sometimes!!!) and then riding on it and braving desert sandstorms while checking out golden brown and triangle-ish pyramids!

It would've been a brilliant experience! Absolutely perfect for potential awkward I-Feel-Compelled-To-Make-Small-Talk-But-I-Don't-Know-What-To-Say situations! So instead of muttering something about the weather I could go, all coolly, "Do you know I almost died in a sandstorm? And I named a camel Walrus and rode on its humps!" and then beam brightly while the other person gapes in awe of my intriguing, fulfilling life experiences. I could have been the one-of-a-kind Exceptional Small Talker!

Emphasis being on could have.

Instead of vacationing in Exotic Egypt, we're going scuba diving in The Place Which I Forgot The Name Of, 'cause Manda is dead set on it, what with the scuba diving obsessions she's had for practically forever and everything.

Okay, I admit that's not so bad, maybe I could pick up surfing! And finally get to see a gorgeous sunset on a beach(that makes my list of Top Ten Things I Am Dying To Do!) as well as use it as an excuse to get a brand new suitcase(:


I LOVE VACATIONS!!!!


Oh yeah, my father makes me fume! Tomorrow's my mom's birthday and he was about to take her to a HAWKER CENTRE for her surprise, I quote, 'candlelight, once-in-a-year affair, romantic dinner'. Once the 'clever idea' occurred to him, with a self-satisfied grin he hastened to inform me, looking extremely pleased with his intelligence, that bringing her to a hawker centre for the spectacular dinner event she anticipates all year round was 'brave' and 'special' because no other husband would dare to do pull a stunt like that(duh, since they actually have brains).

Yeah. He honestly thought it was the smartest idea he's ever had.(I've always known that he's dumb, but hello! This blows Pure Stupidity out of the water!)

Rendered speechless and utterly outraged on my mom's behalf(being the good daughter I am!), given the circumstances I told him kindly(you have to be patient with intellectually-challenged people, they can't help it!) that he was obviously suicidal, and no, his idea was not, as he believed, 'very clever, huh, Becca? Hehheh, your daddy is so smart, man!'

So now they're cruising off to enjoy a dinner at a posh restaurant (thank HEAVENS). All thanks to my phenomenal intervention into poor, ignorant daddy's horrible plans!

What would everyone do without me?! (: