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<b>Your Brain is 40.00% Female, 60.00% Male</b></font></td></tr>
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You have a total boy brain
Logical and detailed, you tend to look at the facts
And while your emotions do sway you sometimes...
You never like to get feelings too involved</font></td></tr></table>
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<a href="http://www.blogthings.com/genderbrainquiz/">What Gender Is Your Brain?</a>
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Hmm. Ok, then.
I went to school dressed in Erica's Incredibles outfit, because she was sick from the Tandoori Spam Chicken of Doom (or "I Can't Believe It's Not Outlawed!") that our school served yesterday. ( It's the coolest costume in the history of Free Dress days. )
Mum and Dad have gone to the bank to put money in our accounts because Dad was paid today, or something. Erica asked if we could get Bridget Jones 2 while they were out, and Mum had a blowup about "Do you have to get it the day it comes out Do you have to spend all our money the day we get it You ungrateful hags All you ever do is want Enough never get enough Blah blah blah" and we just walked out of the room. I don't know what her problem was today. I think some guys came in to look at our tiles and it'll cost her heaps to replace them, or something. She always gets shitty about money when she has to spend it. But then she wants to buy a new sewing machine or something, and Dad starts going on about money, and Mum gets all stroppy because she can never have anything and is so hard done by. Bloody hypocrite.