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7:46 p.m. - 2004-07-14 'course we didnt count on Maryann pissing the crap out of us. somebody give this girl some tact before i lose every shred of patience i have and say something that i'll truly regret later. Clarice brought her Dracula toy out, and i brought Bluestreak out for some air too. hey, its not always good to keep toys indoors constantly. you must let them out every once in a while. anyways, while we were waiting for the organizers to let us into the hall, we took out the toys and put them on the table. C wanted to take a few photos of Dracula and Bluestreak together. after the first shot, Maryann "demands" that we dont take photos there. next minute, she whips out her own camera and starts snapping pictures of the hall. WTF? so then C and i start flipping through the Classifieds looking for job vacancies. of course Maryann cant shut her mouth so she starts adding her 10 cents to every job i point out to C. she goes one step further and insists that we take a job that she personally recommends at a video rental store. *swallows down string of colorful metaphors describing just what she can do with said job* oh it doesnt end there. she went and knocked down Dracula and started running Bluestreak's hood along the glass table top. at this point C and i were both resisting the urge to strangle her then and there. then i was telling C about what its like to go on a cruise. once again her highness interjects and suggests that next time she and i should go on a cruise together. hello! Clarice is sitting right there!! what the slag is wrong with you!?!? are you trying to break up every other friendship i have?! i swear i wanted to fraggin kill Maryann at that point. i mean its bad enough if you leave someone out accidentally. leaving someone out on purpose, when that person happens to be sitting there is just downright mean and i dont like it. i honestly dont know what stopped me from ripping her head off immediately. once we got in. the participating food corporations give us these really big, heavy goodie bags. i dont recall it saying anywhere that C and i were Maryann's personal butlers, but nonetheless, she makes us carry her bags too while she goes galivanting off to take photos. in the end we were carrying 7 bags between us. WTF?! anyways we finally managed to dump the bags in a corner and went off to enjoy ourselves with some food. and no doubt, the food was great, though it was pretty filling so we could only eat small amounts. after the thing was finally over, we went to examine our bags. one of them had a liquid jelly drink, and when C took it out, Maryann asked if she could have it. O.O oy! C flat out said she wanted to give it to her little brother and Maryann shut up. i mean what the frag man? you already have one! what do you need another for? i swear man. can you not think of yourself for like one micro-second. at this point i was entertaining thoughts of Jazz's photon rifle AND Blaster's electro-scrambler gun. Clarice accidentally spilt gravy on one leg of her jeans. by now the preview's over so we decided to let Maryann babysit our bags while i washed Clarice's jeans out. not even 15 minutes pass when she calls and says: can we hurry up cos its 4 pm and she needs to get to a post office. by this point i was about fed up. so Clarice and i got our bags and went back to the bathroom and left her to find her way out on her own. once she was gone, and i'd managed to somewhat dry C's jeans under the hand-dryer, we lugged through Suntec City with our heavy bags till we finally stumbled onto a train and headed home. in between we bumped into Clarice's ex Science Center supervisors. LOL!! that was great to see some familiar faces post Exhibition, and it was nice to see that they remembered C. call me mean but i seriously dont want to see Maryann for a long time. i am way too pissed with her and her behavior at the moment.
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