Yo yo yo! Well, yes. This blog entry really has no purpose. I just wanted to blog it UP so yah. Last night my me, my mum, and Nora went to my mother's office Christmas party. Yes, a Christmas part march 1st. It was...odd. The physical therapists played musical chairs.
Some favorite quotes of the night...
My mum: I'll squeeze your bladder, baby!
My mum's boss (asking a trivia question): How many people out of ten die within the first two days of getting the Ebola virus?
Some guy: Yeah, I get to drive around and pretend to pick up hooker. I wouldn't really do that, but it's really fun to pretend.
My mum's friend: oh no! I forgot to put on deodorant...but it's ok...I've taken a shower almost everynight this week so i think i've built up a tolerance
Nora'as face looked scared/shocked/disturbed when she heard this...the guy is really an undercover cop so he's aloud to do that sort of stuff. Lolol
Then Nora and I went home and I had to wear a charlieissocoollike mask. Yay for Beth?
About Me
- Beth
- So, I'm the weird girl you see walking down the hallway often talking or singing to herself. She talks not only with her hands, but with her whole body. It gets a bit awkward. She was called, "Tigger," by her eighth grade English teacher because she bounces when she walks. She is outgoing and yet pretty insecure at the same time. She frequently runs into things and falls down, this is why she frequently reminds herself, "Ah![Insert object here] are solid...can't walk through those," out loud. She laughs at her own jokes even when others don't and she doesn't care. She will hug you because she is a snuggler. She loves watching bad television and doesn't hide that. She is a Harry Potter nerd and rides horses. She loves singing at the top of her lungs, but she is NOT in chorus for a reason. She has the most amazing friends and together they have eightmillion inside jokes. She uses the number, "eightmillion," just about every time she uses a number in a hyperbole. Well, what can I say? She pretty much rocks.
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