ok, today was monday a.k.a the day for my 1.6 km run. it was like, so exhausting.
My legs are painful, even now. Oh gawd. Sourced the net for pix of Captain Jack Sparrow and didn't find a single one. Just finished my English-cum-art.



I've been lately sourcing for blogskins lately. Just adore Emma Bunton.
Today, went to drama club after that damn exhausting run,and there were only two groups of people in there. One was a grp that had some bad eggs, so i went to the other group. The grps were writing a short skit. My grp's script was titled Comedy Hygiene and it had 4 short scenes. Each scene was about 4 diff workers in diff places doing unhygienic stuff like digging their noses, well, you get me. So the scribe, whom i didn't really like, was the leader of the group. The group was brimming with all sorts of dirty ideas and i was laughing my diaphragm out.

I came up with some too. And i came up with the brill idea that there should be a casting manager. So I got to be one. And then suddenly, without anyone knowing, the Scribe started taking over the casting duties. What a bossy raisin.

But i got the part of the little girl going to buy a nice big chocolate ice-cream from the friendly-looking auntie down the street...and i leave the rest to your imagination.

Gross, innit?