Patty (woodycakes) wrote,
Patty
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Gulped Down some Felix Felicis

Before I even start this, I just want to greet my daddy...

Happy Birthday Daddy!!! I ♥♥♥ you!

And I thought today was going to be a bad day. Sure, it started off horribly, with me waking up late and having to lug around 72 bars of soap on my back. I was seriously wishing I could take some Felix Felicis!!! (By the way I finished Harry Potter book 6 in ONE DAY!!! More on this some other time) I just didn't want to go to school. I wasn't that lucky. The Sona was over and thus classes would resume. However, my luck started turning to a more positive light when Math 1 was cancelled.

I'm not Math 1's biggest fan, but I don't hate it either. I'd choose it over solving problems I can't find solutions to. Still, I'm not complaining that my professor has a lot of other responsibilities. Unfortunately, Pan Pil 17 did push through. No worries though, as we finally discussed an essay I was interested in. It was on Barbie. And apparently, Jack Ryan (yup, like in all those Tom Clancy books and Harisson Ford movies), who also happened to be a missile and jet designer, was the man who is responsible for Barbie's very unrealistic measurements. Why am I not surprised a man designed her?

And of course, PE was not to be escaped. It's not like I've already mastered the first 5 waves techniques that our uber flexible dance master/professor has taught us, I've got to learn 5 more complicated wave techniques. I'll be lucky to scrape a 3 on this subject. I have to say though, I'm having a ton of fun.

But my luck was turning out great, almost as if I had a swig of some Felix. Instead of commuting home in the rain, Coach Edwin saw me walking and offered me a ride home. How sweet. I was saved from one jeepney ride! Then I remembered I hadn't gotten my dad anything yet, so I of course solve this with my specialty... balloons!!! I've been going to that balloon store for all my friends all those years in high school, and now my dad was going to be the recipient.

Unfortunately, my stealth skills were a bit off and as I walked home, my dad caught me through his window and asked my mom why I was carrying balloons?!? How dense can my dad get? He honestly didn't think of himself. Then again, at 51, how many people realy receive balloons.

Tomorrow, I've got no class. But if I get the urge to get out of bed, I might swing by the library thanks to English 10. That's if I even wake up.
Tags: birthday, books, college freshman, parents
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