/Dewdrops On Rooftops

#1 Make use of the time to devise a plan to scare your mother.

e.g(create a rubber snake and place it on her to discover in the morning.)

#2 Imagine that a monster is going to come into your room. Then imagine that only by hiding under the blanket will you be invisible. Then hide under the blanket.

(thrill can be enhanced by hiding under a thick quilt)

#3 start patting yourself to sleep.

(for better results, imagine it's your crush/boyfriend patting you to sleep)

#4 imagine that you are sleeping beauty. Act out the scene in which Prince Charming kisses you.

(make kissing noises for extra punch)

#5 Take the opportunity to sneak into your brother/sister's room. If they are snoring, record it. If not, take a video.

(later in the morning, hold up the evidence proudly and shout:"I told you you snore!/ I told you you look really ugly when you sleep!"

#6 PRANK CALL SOMEONE.

(say in your creepiest voice:"i know you went to a porn website today. All your secrets will be revealed in the papers tomorrow morning. YOUR PUNISHMENT AWAITS!" Make hissing noises and slam the phone down) btw, making sure you have a private number before doing this.

#7 do sit-ups.

(yes, this not only improves your stamina, it builds ABS(:)

#8 pretend to sleep walk and start screaming loudly.

(when your mum/dad comes to investigate. SHOUT:"mummy/daddy looks like a three-toed sloth!")

#9 cam-whore.

(improves the good-`ol photography skills. improves self-confidence too!)

#10 the original solution - count sheep

(nothing better than a nice lamb to send you off to sleep!)

steph and i went out!

cos she wanted to buy her RUBIKS CUBE.

LOL.

so we went to toy r us at united square!

whooooo!

and, we walked around.

i bought earrings!

and steph went clothing shopping.

LOL.

anyways. pictures.

steph and me

happyfeet

steph and her rebellious hair:D

it is random time(:

THE EXPERIENCE OF HAVING A SEVERE STOMACHACHE AND NOT BEING ABLE TO POO.D:

when this little spot of trouble begins,

you will first feel a TINGLING sensation in your thighs.

then you start to feel bad,

as if a ravenous monster were chewing at the very tips of your body.

you will start feeling icy,

your heart will race like it has never raced before.

people approach you and you do not, whatsoever, want to talk to anyone.

in fact you hardly wish you were visible.

because,

by now you'll look terrible.

face in a knot,

sweating streaming down your forehead(well maybe)

intoxicated with anxiety,

you start looking frantically for a toilet.

any toilet,

a dirty toilet.

you are even tempted to race into that boys' school and into its toilets.

your legs start trembling as if the ground were shaking,

pins and needles prick you on your back.

all hair on the surface of your skin are screaming,

as if wanting to be plucked out.

and you think,

IF ONLY A TOILET WOULD APPEAR!

the torture gets worse,

the piece of business is sticking out your rear end.

and refuses to retreat.

and you think again,

could this be any worse than labour?!

FINALLY,

by a stroke of much-needed luck,

you find a proper toilet.

AND GREAT,

THERE'S EVEN TOILET PAPER!

you sit on the toilet seat,

rushing as if a thousand poo mounds were chasing you,

and

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

pfffffffffffffffffffffffffsssssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhfffffffffffffshhhhhhhhhhhhhh,

the evil one is expelled!

you feel this surging sensation rising to the very ends of your body

it overcomes everything else.

everyone outside the cubicle hears the 'plops',

but who cares,

a battle cannot be won in silence.

plus,

a relieved esther.

is a very,

happy,

esther.