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i still eat grapes for dinner

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Thursday, April 29, 2010 Photobucket
D:

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so,

Tomorrow's the play
Saturday's my crunch time and
Sports Day is the Saturday after the next,
which is also when the Concert will be.



oh ya, we went to the stadium for the first time ever on wednesday- oh you know, when sports day is only two frickin weeks away. ROARRRR



*end whiny post*


......


*begin random conversation post*


me: dad, look! it's a bright pink car!

dad: oh. it's an indian car.

me: ..huh? why?

dad: cause indians like pink.



sometimes, i don't know what is he talking about.
-_-