Pirates and Ninjas?

Yeah, so on Friday its our last EVER school mufti day of my entire life!
Which sis totally insane to the membrane, obviously, but its a pirates and ninjas theme. Which is still totally awesome, but I don't have many pirate related clothing options in my room and If I were to go as a ninja I would feel pretty dark and gloomy.
I'm thinking that seeing as tomorrow is THURSDAY. I am going to bus home, then I'm going to bus, walk or blackmail my sister into taking me (I have good reason for it, ill explain in a tick) to Browns bay so that I can get a pirates hat and a toy sword or whatever.

My sister OWES me three dollars, because she stole it from my room without ever intending to tell me about it... Only, much to her dismay, I discovered her treachery and THREATENED that she would SUFFER if she didn't pay me back - with interest!
Nah, I'm not pushy enough for that. She keeps making totally lame excuses not to pay me back. That bitch. (kidding, if your reading this Sta).
I'm planning to claim my money back in lifts from her brilliant driving skills. I'm smart aye?
You'd have never guessed I was that smart. WELL I AM!!

So there.
But yeah, Tib suggested I be a fail ninja, and have bright colours instead of black.

Oscar

I walked down the driveway after school today, silently begging the clouds to hold off their down pour at LEAST until I'd made it inside, and I see that Oscar was patiently waiting for me on the front doormat. He was all curled up and he meowed at me.
Well. I like to think he was waiting for me, be he was probably just sitting there because it was the only dry patch on the drive, and he didn't want to get wet feet.

So I gave him a big cuddle and talked to him about things like the doormat and the weather and his little feet... Then I had to go around the house to get in and I said "You wait there Oscar or your feet will get wet!"

So I braved the wet grass and managed to get inside un-rained on and quite happy, I walked down stairs and opened the front door to find Oscar still patiently waiting there for me to let him in.

I like to think that he understood what I said to him, that he would get wet feet, and thats why he didn't follow me. But it's unlikely.
When he started his (unbelievably slow) decent through the door way, he stretched and then sharpened his claws on the doormat. Then I grabbed him and tried pulling him inside because he had disturbed and ants nest while he was sharpening! THERES AN ANTS NEST IN OUR DOORMAT!!! WTF?!
But no. Oscar wasn't having any of that. No way was HE getting pulled inside.
He struggled and shot straight back outside to sit on the doormat.

He first inspected the ants, and watched them panic. Then he sat on them.

lasagna

Alright, this post is faaar more than over due - not only because I haven't been writing that much recently, but really its because I haven't had lasagna in AGES. Its really about time that I got that tomatoey, pasta-ey, cheesy, mincy goodness all chewed up and in my stomach. Im making it myself, which is proving to be a little bit of a disaster... I mean, this IS only my second lasagna.

I started off by frying the mince (and carrots. Im using carrots cause Tibs dad uses carrots in HIS lasagna, and it was TO DIE FOR) in the pan on the stove right. Doesn't seem too hard. But I wasn't sure if I needed any oil... So I got some anyway, and that was all fine.... and then I put a little more in, just to be safe.
But it wasnt 'a little' more at all. It was a whole-freaking-lot more! It friggen gushed out of that bottle like it was a waterfall on acid! I mean WTF! Arent oil bottles supposed to have like, those limity kind of tops? so that catastrophes like this don't happen.

Anyway. So my lasagna is all put together and in the oven cooking away happily.
Oh wait. Now it's out of the oven. Dad just put my beautiful masterpiece in the bench...

Now I must go, and eat my slice of heaven, in a fish shaped plate.


I wrote all of this by touch typing- no looking at the screen! SWWEEEEEEEETTT