marshmallows and pepsi

Just like Monopoly, the game of Risk brings all the world conqueror in you.
The main example is my boyfriend, who by the end was dubbed, "Hitler with a Jew 'fro" because he was unstoppable.

Atleast I got South Africa and the Congo back but I never got Ukraine back which broke my heart.

Run, Freedom, Run

1. Sitting in a library on a Sunday evening is barely ever considered a pleasant time.

2. Cold McDonald's french fries are barely considered a pleasant time either.

3. I've got one more exam tomorrow and then I am free to go home for the summer: hang out with Kyleman, [hopefully] spend a jolly good time working at the museum again and driving M. Mabel.

4. English exams are ridiculous, in my mind, to study for, because usually [unless your prof. isn't a wind-bag like mine] you can't particularly study for it unless you reread the novels/go over any notes of the novel you wrote [unless you are like me and don't write notes].

5. Lately I've been contemplating cutting my hair - all throughout high school I had pretty short hair and since first year I've basically been growing it out and out and out. Now I'm wondering if I'd like it a little bit shorter again. It could be nice.

6. I'm hoping there is some mint chocolate swirl ice cream left in the freezer that I'm thinking I shall eat while watching tv. I'm so lazy.

7. It's quite possibly very horrible I'm hoping Saman does not get off work early tomorrow night [her birthday] so I can get bailed on for birthday festivities with her, Hannah-that-it's-still-awkward-with-since-the-argument and other people I do not know, especially since drinking and bars are becoming more and more not my particularly favourite scene.

8. I'm wearing Kyle's shirt, which surprisingly fits well, and his socks.

all you need is love

dear Kyle S.,

this is to alert you that because it is snowing and I really have nothing better to do except read horrible Victorian novels, I shall be spending the day in bed with a giant pot of tea, old movies, books and writing utensils. Not that this particuarly affects you personally, but it will make you jealous. Nyah.

Love sincerely,
Victoria M. the third.

dear Victoria M.,

I am severely jealous, this is because i'm working very hard all day and it seems as though you have the life i would desperately like to have. I must remind you though, that if you have to erase too many things that you are writing you may end up with eraser bits in your bed. for this reason i recommend pen. and feel free to mail me things...

Love,
Kyle S. (the first)

dear Kyle S.,

I greatly appreciate the advice on eraser bits in my bed, however, I feel you forgot to include 'spilling tea on your white blanket' as that is slightly what I've done while pouring on the first go. Perhaps tea parties in bed are not the best idea afterall [but still quite delicious]. I am sorry to hear of your working dilemma and offer my full sympathies. I would mail you something except I already have and therefore do not see the need to send off another one of my precious [and expensive! Stamps are bloody expensive] stamps to you before you send me one back.

Love sincerely,
Victoria L. M. the third.

dear Victoria M.,

This is quite tragic about the white blanket. However, it is only tea and shall come out with a wash. Currently something has happened with the air circulation in my classroom and my ears have just popped. I believe you should also be aware of possible crumbs that might end up in your bed if you choose to have biscuits with your tea. That being said you are resourceful and I'm sure you will do fine.

Love sincerely,
Kyle S. the first

dear Kyle S.,

If only you had warned me earlier about biscuit crumbs considering I have already devoured toast with peanut butter [perhaps not my best idea], luckily I managed to keep most crumbs on the plate. I hope your ears are ok; I would hate for anything to happen to your lovely ears. In other news I am quite in love with old movies and my newest craving are white gloves that come to my wrists that I can wear to tea and with dresses. Do not die from boredom.

Love sincerely,
Victoria M. the third.

We love each other.