AH. Wth wth wth. Stupid connection died on me. I shall try to rmb what I wrote just now and retype. Actually, now the connection's not even on, & I'm just writing on my Notepad, but I just feel like talking to myself, a.k.a. bloging. So here I go-

I was saying how happy I was (but now I'm utterly pist. To da maaaaaax!) because I shot the moon at Hearts. As in Shoot-the-Moon-kind-of-Moon (yes I rmb pressing many hyphens many many times. Now I feel completely retarded I feel like punching the computer. Only the IBM belongs to my dad. Right.) and I was happily saying I was over the moon (yeah right. Contrast in mood??) just three minutes ago. Ok.

Then I said I was quite pist (but now I think the piss-ness increased. Rose north, whatever.) because I watched Totally Spies today in tacet mode (I rmb saying Italian too yes yes.) and so I couldn't understand what Alex was trying to say. But they were trapped in an elevator today and there were many flashbacks so it didn't really matter. I also said that if this continued to happen, I shall go watch Tom & Jerry, speaking of which, I'm already watching that. The major plus point about Tom & Jerry is you don't need to care about turning up/ down your tv volume (but most of the time, up- if you even care to reach for the remote to adjust the amplitude of the sound wave in the first place, as in other animated shows.) BECAUSE they don't even talk. Jerry is cute but I like Tom better. He is so bimbotic haha. And I watched The Tigger Show today too. IN SILENT MODE, MAY I GENTLY REMIND YOU. So.. I really like Tigger. And the mouse-like figure. Piglet's not bad too. But not Winnie the Pooh oh no. So fat.

And I rmb vaguely there was 1 last paragraph after talking about Pooh bear.. hmm. Can't rmb. Oh no short term. Oh. Ok. I said- "Can't wait to get back to Hearts to shoot the moon again (hopefully) since, apparently, I found it waaaaaaay fun to see my name in blue after many rounds of black." Well I said it with much more gusto the first time, anyway. Yeah my mood now? F-O-U-L.

But, come to think of it? It's quite fun to see myself scoring so low for Hearts. Ok maybe not. I mean my mood. Not foul. Un-foul it. Oh no, talk about major moodswings. Call for me.