  Hello. I am bored. I rang Pooj ages ago and she wasn't there. (Where the hell are you Pooj?
It's not like you to not ring back. I miss you like hell!! I haven't spoken to you since, what, the Saturday before I left? That was the 3rd, and now it's the 11th!! ) My birthday is in seven days and *squee* I am soooo psyched. I mean, it hasn't been my birthday for a whole year!! (Duh ...) Ach. I reeeeally need to talk to Pooj!
Where are you? I've losted you! (Like learned, only not. ) Oh yeah! To kill time, I can go into my theory about feet. Last night, while we were on the way to the restaurant (oh my God, we were in Malta then! ) I started saying how I think we should have pods instead of feet. Like big suction cups, so we could walk on walls and ceilings. We wouldn't have to wear shoes, so high heel-pain would be thing of the past. So then Katherine said that pods would be so weird, but I said well, if we had pods, we'd think feet were so weird!
Think about it, it makes sense. I can't be bothered anymore. I'll just publish this and *sniffs* more on. Ciaow! *~Jools~* By the way, it's my 13th birthday in seven days. I said I was 13 already on my profile. I can't remember why. You probs can't use it if you're not 13. So anyways, in seven days (or most probably eight, maybe even nine plus) I can correct it to be my real age. So yes, I was born in the year of the goat, not the horse. 
