TWO LIT ESSAYS UNFINISHED. I look exceedingly horrified. I feel like slithering up to purvie to cling onto his ankles and beg for an extension into infinity. D:

On a brighter note (like far far away from the heart of darkness), don't you think lickie is exceedingly like an otter. Or a seal. I can't tell the difference, but that's not the important part. You know, those things in Sentosa that balance balls on their noses and flap their flippers and go oi oi.

*cue image of lickie flapping her hands and going OI!*

(btw go check out my msn nic and display pic, a la our dear otter, who refuses to admit that she is one)

Chorale concert on tuesday! I say happily and bounce on my toes. We're going to hear catto SING~~. (and in the meanwhile, badmouth her in front of her parents) Even though with every minute wasted the room is growing darker and the darkness is deepening, the bright ray of sexy feline light remains illuminated by the unextinguishable light of belief and love.

And catto says she's already gotten a cauliflower before. I sulk. Let's get her blades of grass. And onions. And two poems. <333

AND LET'S GO OUT FOR LUNCH BEFORE THAT!!! AND DINNER! excluding The Otter, cause she's flapping off to chinese lit. Humph.

Lichen was reightarded