Nose Burp.
Yah.
So. Today. This entry will be b-o-r-i-n-g.
We went over to Eunice’s new house, which was under construction.
One word: Humongouslyhugebigassenormouslylargegargatuan
I couldn’t believe it. That mansion is half the size of cineleisure, approximately. Your mouth will just go gahgahgah. It’s swimming pool in just right smack in the middle, just perfect. Huge.
It’s insane. Insane. INSANE. Oh god, my eyes are just blinded by the looks of it’s glorious-ness. *shields eyes*
It’s so amazing to see it. But I was wondering.. Well, it’s a great mansion, but I wouldn’t wanna live there. It looks great, it really does. Unbelievable.
But all this big space.. Man, for one thing, I don’t even have enough stuff to fill the house. I can’t even imagine all the material-wise things I want to fill up the house.
Secondly, well, personally I guess living in a big empty house gives me all these weird pangs.
Like how tiny I am in the house, which means how tiny I am in the universe, and that leads to the thought of dying and that leads to how heaven doesn’t exist and we’re all gonna just be gone one day and our molecules will simply be broken down and become part of the Earth for the earthworms to wingle around in and this place is a shithole.
Big spaces are depressing.
So anyway, Lizard couldn’t make it. SAD SAD. Aww.
And we exchanged christmas presents. Whoopdeedoo. I got The Buzzcocks album and Dee burnt a Beatles CD for me. Thanks.
We watched Wallace and Gromit, since Dee already watched Narnia and I’ve already watched Kong Kong. Narnia. Geez. It’s like Harry Potter, 3 kids doing some magic fantasy shit.
It looks alright though. =)
I was cheated, once again. $7 down the drain. I was almost asleep until Wallace aka Were-Rabbit hopped onto a building with the woman he loved wrapped in his arm.
Know what that resembled?
King Kong.
Hoho. That really woke up up.
Well, at least it didn’t screw up as much as Madagascar did. That movie was the epitome of all things shitty.
Then we went, you’re gonna laugh, SHOPPING.
HURHHURHHURH.
We get downright bored to the toes with shopping. There’s like, a time limit when our attention will last. Probably about an hour.
So we kept it during the hour. And got stuff. Whoopdeedoo? God. I feel so bimbo. Shopping. SHOPPING. Or maybe we’re just growing up.
Then we headed to Eunice’s dad’s office. But he wasn’t there, so we hung out at the 4th floor thanks to her older cousin. Drank coke and ate chocolate.
I kept having nose burps. Hah. Like, when the gas just pops into your nose. It feels wonky, like a big sudden taste of wasabi. Weird.
Okay, redundent.
Anyway, that was about it. It was nice, simple, dum dum. Good day.
And my heart feels like it’s gonna explode with anxiety any second now.