Friend: *whispers something*
Me: Why are you whispering?
Friend: Uh... I don't know...
Her: You ever notice how when people go in a church they all whisper? And they don't, like, even need to whisper. They can just talk out loud.
Me: Well, in my church, we're not even meant to whisper. But I know what you mean.
Her: That's cause your church is all spazzy and weird.
Me: Excuse me?!
Her: We just talk all the time in our church...
Me: We can't, cause we're meant to be praying/singing all the time
Her: Well your church is all freaky and crappy and catholic
Me: Are you insulting my religion?
Her: Yes I am, what are you going to do about it?
Me: I'm going to politely ask you to stop insulting my religion
Her: No, but your religion is weird...
The thing that gets me is, she wouldn't dare insult my other friend, who is a Muslim, so why does she insult me? Plus she sometimes is... just mean. Just generally mean.
You know what? I think she's jealous. >.> Thing is, I don't see how anyone could be jealous of me...
Today at 5am, I was rather rudely woken up by a massive thunderstorm. You know that counting to see how far away the lightning is? Well, I did that, and the lightening was virtually going around in circles outside my house. It was bloody DEAFENING, which meant I couldn't get to sleep until half 6, which isn't much use seeing as I have to get up at 7 anyway... it was a memorable experience, though. Apparently it struck some electricity pylons near my friend's house, and now she has no electricity.
This afternoon, my mum and her friend Ginette went around our village with a dog and a camera. For a reason, though. Their friend (the mother of my brother's best friends) was moving away, and so they decided to take pictures of all the landmarks in our village for her. Only they did a kinda 'Where's Wally' thing, putting Ginette's really cute dog Scruffy somewhere in all the pictures - looking out of a pub window, hiding behind a plantpot, that kind of thing. This was mainly because the woman who is leaving absolutely HATES Scruffy. Which is CRAZY because he is soooooo CUTE! I don't see how she can not like him. That's like hating teddy bears. It's just not sane.
...I wonder how people write such entertaining journals? I can't do it!!! That was really boring! Even though it was exciting when it happened, now, down on paper (well, screen) it looks crap. u.u
Tell me if my journal has entertained you in any way, or similarly if it's given you a horrible rash.
My dad's telling me I have to go to bed now. I don't know anyone else's parents that are so controlling. My parents even know when I'm on the TOILET. They know EVERYTHING. It's scary.