Wednesday, June 06, 2007
The Chronicles Of Joleen The Weird
Here's a little conversation we had on MSN the other day.
Jo: ooooooooop. That's to stress it's really out of point.
[We shortened 'out of point' to 'oop']
Me:...
Jo: Like many "outs".
Me: Riiiiight. Okay. You're bored.
Jo: Yeah. OH MY GOD YOU CAN ACTUALLY TELL!!?!?!? Damn I suck at pretending I'm not >: ( Okay I AM bored.
Me: Okay, that was strange.
Jo: It's not strange, Joleen is just bored. Did you manage to get anything from the bookfair?
Me: Nope, the stuff were frigging expensive. Those that I wanted anyway.
Jo: I thought it was supposed to be cheap cos it's a book fair! So maybe they should organise a book unfair, then it'll be cheap. Okay, sorry, bored.
Me: WTH!?! That goes into my blog. Like, totally.
Jo: YOU SEE! It's you you you! You make me say weird things.
Me: NOOOOOOOOO! That's just cause you're weird!
Jo: You trigger my innermost-weird-self, so it's still you.
Me: ... That's weird and that's coming from you so I insist that you're weird in a stand alone way.
Jo: ... ... You gave me 3 dots, I give you back 6.
Me: Now THAT'S weird. Only from a weird mind.
Jo: Sherwin, I'm not weird, just BORED. All hail boredom! *bows kowtows bows kowtows* oop
Me: YES! oop.
Jo: Actually I think it's more of ooop cos I think it's more than just oop so it's like, ooop. Yeah. Okay shut up Joleen.
Me: Yes. LOL!
Jo: I bet your "yes" was a reply to the "ooop", not the "shut up Joleen" part.
I'm so right. :D
Me: Okay, how much you want to bet, cause I'd win. HOHO!
Jo: Erm... We'll bet with dots?
Me: LOL! Okay.
Jo: If I lose, I'll give you a whole convo filled with dots.
Me: I bet 10 dots. Okay, you lose.
Jo: Haiyah, I'll give it to you anyway.
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[1600 dots to be exact.]
[exact number of dots she gave]
Enough?
Me: LOL. Yeah.
Jo: Okie dokes :D
Me: You're slightly crazy. No, scrap that, totally crazy.
Jo: Erm, weird and crazy are not synonyms of bored you know. Is synonyms the right word? Okay I think it is.
Me: They're not, but they're related.
Jo: ... TEEE HEEE HEEEEEE. Okay, whatever. I'm going to have dinner. It's 8pm SCREAMSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. Ttyl (:
Me: Okeydokes. Don't choke.
Jo: Won't. Say, "Don't fall asleep."
Me: Okay. Don't fall asleep or watch Species or AnimalPlanet or whatnot. Ttyl =)
Jo: HAHAHAHAHAHA ALRIGHT LA
[Convo kept exactly to original save puncutations and whatnot. Put them together to make reading easier. How nice of me.]
And today, we had PastaMania for dinner and I wanted peanut ice-cream.
Me: Peanut ice-cream?
Jo: NOOOO! You want me to do a Merlion is it?
Me: What? Shoot lasers out of your eyes?
Okay. We're so WTH-ish.
I want the AgnesB. tote. Hint.
And salsa really rocks. The dip, not the dance. I'm snacking during ungodly hours and I'm fat. Someone shoot me. NOW.
12:38 am