hagen diaz

Dear really-ridiculous-uncivilised-boiling-blooded ______,
i should have answered you questions the way i wanted to
like,


"can you stop yawning during the national anthem and start singing?"
to which my reply, in my head, was
"i don't seem to find any point of singing when

a. your symmetrical round eyes are are not looking around to register that everyone else aroud me is actually also, OPENING THEIR MOUTH TO TAKE IN OXGEN?!

b. correction, i am taking in large amounts of oxygen to fufil my pumping heart and i refuse to sing like a FOOL, when it is obvious (not to anyone but me apparently) that no one is singing.



"stop resting your head on your hands and, do not, i repeat, do not, give me that defiant stare everyday"
and the things i wanted to say :
"that's just ridiculous, you know i only stare at your beady eyes on tuesdays and thursdays during lessons, on wednesdays during chapel (horrible singing, by the way), every morning when you step into the hall and when i walk pass you in corridors. its not EVERYDAY, where else you irritated me everyday by saying

"can you wash your face?"
and yes, i can wash my face.

"oh its so hot! isabel, can you please turn on the fan for me?"
oh no, go on it yourself, shed some weight, dearie.

"i know you did not do well for your science (gives pitying look)"
no offence, sweetcakes, but i do not need you to tell me to eat my greens. in fact, my grades have absolutely NOTHING to do with you unless your name is isabel's parents. and i heard that your boyfriend is hideously ugly and you are an illegal immigrant; does that make it my buisness? so just leave me alone.

and therefore, i regretfully end my letter.
isabel.



okay today had videotaking for handbells!
and after that, went to sara's house(:
they bought me 2 tubs of haggen diaz ice creammmm :D
(:

love,
isabel