Yesterday was hilarious, extra hilarious. We cut out pictures of lips and put them on our lips but we had way too much fun with that idea. See Zoë’s pictures for further insight. Haha. And the day before that, I think it was, Jolene and me were positively dying, like worse than usual. In the way where you might die from laughter, be dead, come back to life because it was just a near death experience and get in the process of dying from laughter, way. It’s really stupid when I think about it, but it’s like inside joke and memories that only we had so we get it. There’s this song that goes “The world is black, the world is white, together we learn to read and write. The child is black *clap clap* the child is white *clap clap* together we leeeeearn to see the sight. A beautiful siiiiiiighte, a beautiful siiiiiight, a beautiful siiiiiight” and it does the sight bit really funny. Not to mention it’s a pretty cheesy song. But yeah. Zoë, Oregean and Hayley didn’t think it was funny, obviously they wouldn’t because as I said it was an inside thing, but they did piss themselves over us dying from laughter.
Lately we’ve been having the maddest cool discussions. It’s good ‘cause Zoë’s going soon to Japan for a YEAR *tear* and it’s going to be SO sad. I realize now why she cried yesterday, I guess it must have SUNK in, because I knew she was going but I didn’t really think about how sad its going to be. I’m going to miss our special inside stuff, because I reckon each friend even if they’re a group of friends, has their own inside stuff just with each other.
Art History is awesome, we usually trail off afterwards about in depth thinking conversations. Yesterday it was dreams, and stuff like, what are thoughts? I also really like Business. We’re going earrings and ours is called ‘Star Jewellers’ I’m the communications director.
We discussed the whole egg and sperm thing. Like how, some people say they’re not competitive but by nature we kinda all are. All the other sperms are the ones who died, the losers. But we’re the ones who got to the egg, the winners. Hahaha. That little head on the sperm must have like a pinprick little brain of its own…because it like, knows it has to get to the egg…or try to… I said I thought I had my dads legs and Oregan said she thought she did too, which is probably way un feminine yet they don’t look un feminine it’s just like a bone structure thing. His legs are lanky anyway so it’s not like buff rugby man legs 
