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Mmm...March...
So, quite a few interesting things have happened, I just haven't updated because...I'm lazy. Or some other very good excuse. XD
Monday night, just before I went to bed, I checked my cell phone. I was just checking my batteries (they have this habit of nearly dying with no notice whatsoever), but then I saw I had a voice mail. Weird, no one really calls me but Ben, and I'd been with him all evening. Still, I called to see who it was. It was some kid, at least, that's what he sounded like. He didn't say who he was, all he said was: fuck you bitch, fuck you bitch over and over again.
After a few repetitions of that, I gave my cell a funny look and deleted the message. There may have been a 'haha! wasn't that funny, just kidding' at the end of it, but I wasn't about to listen to the whole thing.
Seriously freaked me out, though. The next few times someone called my cell and/or left a voice mail I was leery of answering. I'm better now, I figure it was just a wrong number thing, like the 'hey chris its helena' text message I got a while ago. I really should've replied and told the poor lady she had the wrong number. >.<
My head is really itchy. XD And I swear I had something else to write about. Oh yeah!
Ben's friend was over, and had just discovered that our parents weren't in the country.
Ben's friend: Where are they?
Me: Saudi Arabia
Ben's friend: wow, what're they doing there?
Ben: They're terrorists.
XD It totally would've worked if I'd managed to keep a straight face. Now I want to randomly mention the 'fact' that my parents are terrorists in some random converstion, but in a way that won't get me investigated by Canada's version of the FBI. That would be unfortunate.
Going back to reading Will of the Empress now. Oh, the angst. And if Tammy goes to spell out exactly what happened to Briar, I'm going to have to kill her. It will totally ruin everything. We don't need it spelled
out for us, anymore than we need her reminding us every book that the word 'kid' can, in fact, mean 'child' and not 'baby goat.'
Good night world.
Monday night, just before I went to bed, I checked my cell phone. I was just checking my batteries (they have this habit of nearly dying with no notice whatsoever), but then I saw I had a voice mail. Weird, no one really calls me but Ben, and I'd been with him all evening. Still, I called to see who it was. It was some kid, at least, that's what he sounded like. He didn't say who he was, all he said was: fuck you bitch, fuck you bitch over and over again.
After a few repetitions of that, I gave my cell a funny look and deleted the message. There may have been a 'haha! wasn't that funny, just kidding' at the end of it, but I wasn't about to listen to the whole thing.
Seriously freaked me out, though. The next few times someone called my cell and/or left a voice mail I was leery of answering. I'm better now, I figure it was just a wrong number thing, like the 'hey chris its helena' text message I got a while ago. I really should've replied and told the poor lady she had the wrong number. >.<
My head is really itchy. XD And I swear I had something else to write about. Oh yeah!
Ben's friend was over, and had just discovered that our parents weren't in the country.
Ben's friend: Where are they?
Me: Saudi Arabia
Ben's friend: wow, what're they doing there?
Ben: They're terrorists.
XD It totally would've worked if I'd managed to keep a straight face. Now I want to randomly mention the 'fact' that my parents are terrorists in some random converstion, but in a way that won't get me investigated by Canada's version of the FBI. That would be unfortunate.
Going back to reading Will of the Empress now. Oh, the angst. And if Tammy goes to spell out exactly what happened to Briar, I'm going to have to kill her. It will totally ruin everything. We don't need it spelled
out for us, anymore than we need her reminding us every book that the word 'kid' can, in fact, mean 'child' and not 'baby goat.'
Good night world.