a first

to all those people out there who know of piddledidi.

here is my first post!

wow...i am so slack...even molly who has limited access to computers has more posts than me.
today in christian studies me and catherine, or for YOU, elizabeth, catherine and I, took the advantage of the opportunity to use laptops and yes we did. Well, duh we used to laptops, I mean that we took the oppurtunity to use the laptops to do something that was not watch the St. Paul movie/project. We took the advantage to go on tumblr (a rival website) and this, too!

i have just realised that there is more random jibberjabber on this blog than the actual piddledidi. hmmm. has this become more of a communal blog than what it is supposed to be, eg. the story of piddledidi?

I guess it is more exciing being a community (of five) blog than just a story/next installment thing.

Either way, I must send subtle warnings to Joanne to put them up, as she (I feel) is the one who is overseeing the piddledidi process, although catherine is the one with the book. I think it has been in her locker for a while.

Something else: when you don't feel like this, please go on:

theelephantandthemouse.tumblr.com

that's mine, by the way, in case you didn't notice.

can you guys also please follow me? not literally, please. my mother is slightly overprotective and will not appreciate random stalkers around my house, and neither will I.

I really want Wii Fit, I played it at my friends house, it looks really good.

Oh wow, I never noticed how much my hands are hurting from typing this much on a school keyboard. They're so stiff from the years of gunk (and teenage girls) that you practically have to slam them down for the letter to appear on the screen.

So...

Despite how much people get angry at me when I talk about this topic, I will plough on about it anyway. Hello.
:)

oh no, hello is not the topic. duh.

guess.

guess. those who know me, guess.

SWIMMING.

this morning, we had to work on pacing.

and i was always half a second off.

and in the end i almost did fifty fifties of breast and i died. grrrr. i hate damien.


hate is a strong word.

i hate you.
i hate you.
i hate you.
i HATE you!

did you suddenly go from very content to very sad?

i understand.

hate is a strong word.


goodbye.

iLOVEyou.

LOVE is a strong word.
stronger than hatet, in my opinion.

the end. xo

juliaphamthegreatandtheelephantandthemouse.