He stole my ow!!

Jake’s memory book is so covered in food. It’s amusingly gross.

Yesterday was a hella relaxing day. We just slept and bummed around. We hung out with Claire and Natey in Natey’s room, played Super Mario 64, and Sam, and I played Scooter for a bit. All fun. I could’ve done that for hours, but Jakey got bored lol

We watched Blast From the Past. I loves that movie. Despite the fact that my dvd has scenes cut out so its not the version I know, but eh, the scenes are in the ‘deleted scenes’ section.

I’m fucking tired. I swear. See? I swore! But yeah, I don’t think I slept. I’m terrible at sleeping and have been for the past few weeks. Which is poot. Which is almost poo. Which seems to be my favourite word lately. I’m so mature. *poses*

The family went to Cafe Spice for dinner, to celebrate mummy’s birthday the day before. Twas a fun time, cept Jake was being all "I can’t hear you!" when I was facing the other way mumbling random things at Natey.

I loves indian food.

My title makes me want an owl. But then Jake would be all "YOINK!" and I would be hootless.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention… at the party on Saturday, James was pie-scented. hehehehehehe