FOOTY.

Happy 250th, Taz. :)

Half good and half bad weekend of footy.
Collingwood won.
Freo lost. :(
My Dream Team and Supercoach lost, ugh.
I lost to one of the bottom teams in the Dream Team. So annoying. Two of my players were injured, and, of course, I didn't have a reserve. FAIL WHALE.

So, I probably won't get to be 6th on the ladder. Still stuck in 8th, or if I'm really unlucky, NINTH.
Blah.

There's more bad news.
Travis Cloke, ex-sufferer of the dreaded yips, caught up to Buddy Franklin on the Coleman medal goalkicking thingy.
And then, today, Buddy just had to go and kick 3 goals. WHAT EVEN.
(And to make matters worse, Riewoldt kicked 4 goals and is equal with Buddy.)

WHY? WHYYYY?
Why didn't I break Buddy's legs?
:P

(Quotes from Futurama are very bubbly-making.)

NEWS.

Finished all my exams.
Now to sit back and do nothing till next semester. :P

Anyway, on to some more serious news:

Buddy Franklin only gets suspended for a week.
Noooo.
I'd prefer if he didn't get suspended AT ALL. Because then, he'd be playing against Essendon, and he (and his stupid dirty teammates) would go all dirty on Bombers, fightin' and all that.
But now with this one week suspension, he will definitely play against Collingwood. Unless I can somehow push him off a cliff, hahaha.

The members of the Glee Club will graduate at the end of Season 3.
22 episodes left of this current cast before they all leave. ;_;
Can't they be sophomores forever?
Why do they need to graduate?
Why do they need to grow up?
Whyyyy.
Apparently, all the actors on Glee are 26 or 27 years old in real life. And the characters are all around 16 or 17 and in school. Big age difference.
I will miss the current cast.
Even if they get more actors once the current ones leave, it won't be the same. I, and all the other Glee fans, have got attached to this cast, this quirky bunch of characters.
It will be sad, to watch their graduation. :(

Last bit of serious news:
IT'S DAISY THOMAS' BIRTHDAY TODAY!!
No idea why it is a public holiday for this momentous occasion. The queen gets one, why can't Daisy?
Whatev. Let's call it "Dale Thomas Appreciation Day".
Everyone gets cake.

HAPPY EASTER Y'ALL!

Yes, I made this on Paint.
Pretty crappy, yeah?
Oh well. There's Dale Thomas and Buddy and Jimmy and the wonderful BEEEEJAYYY.

NOM NOM NOM.
Happy Easter everyone!
I got a big chocolate egg and a chocolate bunny. And when I was walking out of the church, there was a basket of Easter Eggs. So, I totally took two. ^________^

SYTYCDA is on tonight. It is an ~Easter Special~. With all of the Top 20.
BJ and Kat and Talia and E-man and Lamb (I can continue my Lamb Chop jokes, lol).
And Rove is on tonight with Adam Hills, Hugh Jackman, Ben Harper and maybe some actors from Fast & Furious. idk.

In other news, Buddy Franklin (y'know, the guy that everyone loves) kicked 4 goals today.
That means that he's kicked 11 for the season. Only 89 goals to go, Buddy. 89.

And also, I've been listening to the Yeah Yeah Yeahs a lot.
I really like the song Zero, btw.
And I've been thinking... has anyone noticed that some people say "ask" and other people say "arsk"? Because Taylor Swift and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs say "ask" but I (and many others, c'mon admit it) say "arsk".
idk. I think it's an American thing to say "ask". Ugh, I've probably confused you.

Anywayz, I'll leave you now.
SAY HI TO YOUR MUM FOR MEEE. lmfao. #rove

JIMMY AND BUDDYYYY.

Ew, look at his hairrrz. And he learned to smile??! You're not cute anymore, Jimmy, you just aren't. :/

But then again, look who is looking ~sexy~ in sunglasses....
BUDDYYYYYYY.

Sorry, about the writing on the photos. You have to buy the photos and I don't know how much they cost. :/

VALENTINE'S DAYYYYYYYY!

Because it's Valentine's Day, I'm going to write a Valentine's Day Fanfic. With Mitchieeee, me, Buddy, Daleeeeeee and, of course, Kylee (aka THAT BITCH).

~FANFIC~
"Oh, it's Valentine's Day!" I squealed. I was sitting on my couch next to Mitchieee.
"Yeah, I got some flowers from Jessica," Mitchie said, matter-of-factly.
"OMFG, DID YOU BUY HER A NEW DRESS? SOME MATCHING UNDERWEARRR?" I said, laughing fierceeeely.
Mitchie just laughed. He's been shy about the whole Jessica-Braitch-scandal-where-she-flashed-her-underwear.
Just then, the doorbell rang. I leapt off the couch and ran to the front door. Mitchie followed, timidly.
The postman was standing at the door.
"Helloooooooo. I have a package for... Laura," he said.
"I'm Laura," I shouted, fierceeeely.
The postman gave me the package and scooted awayyy.

So, me and Mitchie were sitting on the couch again with a package sitting between us.
"I wonder who it's from!" I squealed.
"Open it!" Mitchie said, putting the package on my lap.
So I tugged at the seal and managed to finally open the package.
Inside was.... a card, a box of candy hearts and some chocolate-shaped hearts.
I squealed again. Mitchie grabbed the card to read who it was from.
"The card just says, 'To Laura, Be my valentine. Love from Secret Admirer/Stalker'. Hmm," Mitchie said.
"So, someone got me a package and they didn't say who they were?" I asked, fierceeeely.
"Uh huh."
"Hmmm. Well, it couldn't be you, Mitchie. You'd have given me a pie," I giggled and hugged him tightly.
Mitchie just smiled and hugged me back.
"What other guys do I know? Buddy, Dale, Warner, Jimmy Bartel... idk," I said.
"lmfao, it'd be funny if Buddy sent this. Maybe under all his fierceeeeness, he has a sweet core," Mitchie said.
"Cross Buddy off the list. Too fierceeee. But I'll ring him. He might want to help us figure this mystery out." I got my mobile out of my pocket and dialed Buddy's number.
"Sup, Cuddly-Buddy?" I said.
"Nothin' much, Laura-Snorer. -giggle-"
I frowned. "Laura-Snorer is NOT appropriate. Anyhoo, I was wondering if you'd like to come over. I received a package and I have no idea who it's from," I told him, fierceeeeeely.
"Sure thing, Laura-Dora-Flora-Pourer." And he hung up before I yell at him fierceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeely.
I turned back to Mitchie, who was eating a candy heart. "I'll call Daleeee-y. He might know," I said, grabbing a handful of candy hearts.
I called Dale Thomas' number. He answered after the first ring.
"Sup, Hazy-Daisyyyy?" I said.
"Nothing much, Laura," he replied, "Just chilling with my gf. It's Valentine's Day, O Mighty Laura."
"Mmhmm. Speaking of Valentine's day, I received a package from ~Mr. Anonymous~. Would you and your gf like to come over to figure this mystery out?" I asked.
"Oh course. Anything for my sweet little Laura," Dale said.
We both hung up and I turned towards Mitchie. "Buddy, Dale and THAT BITCH are coming over," I informed him.

Ten minutes later, Buddy, Dale, THAT BITCH KYLEE, Mitchie and me were sitting around the table drinking soft drink and eating chocolate.
The package was in the middle of the table.
"The writing on the card looks exactly like Dale's writing," Kylee mused, "And isn't it ironic how I get nothing for Valentine's Day and yet, Laura gets a package with Dale's writing on the card."
"Ironic, yes," Dale replied, uneasily, "Maybe someone with the same writing as me sent Laura a package. Or maybe, just maybe, I've been stalking and spying on the love of my life for a year and today, I finally managed to give her a Valentine's gift."
"Fudge! Is that true?" I yelled.
Dale nodded. "Yes, Laura. I love you dearly."
Kylee's jaw dropped. She walked out of the house. Actually, she STORMED out of the house. Trollop.
I hugged Dale. "THANK YOU SO MUCH!"
Dale hugged me back.
And then, Mitchie got jealous of me hugging another guy and he says, "Laura, does this mean I'm not your bffl anymore. ;_;"
Before I could say anything, Mitchie hands me a present. "Happy Valentine's Day, bffl!"
I opened up the present and it was a PIEEEEE.
"Happy Valentine's Day to you too, bffl!" I squealed. I hugged my boyfriend, Dale. Then hugged my bffl, Mitchie.
And then, I threw the pie at Buddy. And we all laughed.
The End~!