OPERATOR PLEASE.

Aw, one of the reasons I love Operator Please. It's Taylor (the Operator Please band member who plays violin) reading The Great Gatsby. :D.
And she dyed her hair brown, btw~. (Confirmed by Timmy, of course).

Oh and Timmy and Chris (again, these two are in Operator Please) went to a party thingy and Tim was like, "I study architecture at uni" and Chris goes, "I study physics" but they were both joking, lolwhut.

Speaking of being all smart and stuff, Luke Ball got 98.8 (or something) VCE enter score. (He did VCE years ago, idk).
He's so clever. :D.
I'm sure he got his cleverness from one of his primary school teachers (who, coincidentally, is my friend's mum). lol.
But of course, Luke Ball isn't the smartest player at Collingwood. No way.
Dale Thomas, the little smart cookie, answered my question, "Who would you like to be stuck in an elevator with?" and instead of answering with an answer that everyone else answered with like "A best friend" or "someone I like", Dale answered with, "An elevator repairer".
CLEVER.
Teehee.

Ah, good times.

FANFIC

Y'know how I said that I entered the competition by writing a paragraph about Mitchie and me?
Well, I am 99.99% sure I didn't win. The competition isn't over yet (so you can still enter ^_^) but someone put in an entry that is, like, WHOA.

Ah, dear. Better luck next time.

Anyway, here is a fanfic for youuuuu.

~FANFIC~
Mitchie and I walked to a ~happy place full of fairies, pixies and eskimos~.
I danced around the place while Mitchie went to buy ice-creams. ^______^
I started chatting to a pixie by the time Mitchie came back. So, we chatted to the happy pixie while licking ice-creams.
When suddenly, Mitchie surprised me by giving me a present.
"Huh?" I said, confused, "D'urggggggggggggggggggggg?"
"It's for you. I bought it for you," Mitchie explained, shyly.
"OMG, ILYYY!" I said, hugging Mitchie with one arm and opening the present with the other.
Once the present was opened, I saw it was a... PIEEEEEEE.
I grinned.
Mitchie smiled back.
AND THEN SUDDENLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY...... the pixie started screaming, "HELP ME, HELP ME, HELP ME, HELP ME...."
"Wait, whut?" I said, turning to the pixie, "WHUT?"
Mitchie stepped back, away from the action. I stepped forwards towards an angry Ross Taylor and a used-to-be-happy-now-is-scared pixie. "YOU HAPPY-PLACE WRECKING BITCH!" I yelled, fierceeeely.
Ross Taylor looked at me while still strangling the pixie.
"GTFO. I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOUR UGLY FACE AGAIN. FIRST, YOU BEAT MITCHIE IN TWO GAMES OF CRICKET AND NOW, YOU ARE STRANGLING THE HAPPY, FRIENDLY PIXIE? JUST GET OUT. NOW," I screamed, with heaps of fierceeeeeness.
"D'urggg," Ross Taylor muttered, and stepped towards me to attack.
I shoved the pie in his dirty, ugly face and ran off with Mitchie. We left the ~happy place full of fairies, pixies and eskimos~ and decided never to go there on the fact that New Zealand cricketers are just as bad as South African cricketers.
THE END~!