Wow. I just have nothin' but respect for Avril den. At first sight, I thought she was this weird lil' semi-rocker tomboy, but after I paid attention to her lyrics, I can't deny that the girl has a purpose.
Like I told Ana, the girl's lyrics are so real, it's like she's havin' a conversation.

Don't Tell Me - Avril Lavigne

You held my hand and walked me home, I know
Why you gave me the kiss, it was something like this, it made me go oh oh
You wiped my tears, got rid of all my fears, why did you have to go
Guess it wasn't enough to take up some of my love, guys are so hard to trust

Chorus
Did I not tell you that I'm not like that
Girl the one who gives it all away

Did you think that I was gonna give it up to you, this time
Did you think that it was somethin' I was gonna do, and cry
Don't try to tell me what to do, don't try to tell me what to say
You're better off that way

Don't think that your charm and the fact that your arm is now around my neck
Will get you into my pants, I'll have to kick your ass and make you never forget
I'm gonna ask you to stop, thought I liked you a lot, but I'm really upset
Get outta my head, get off of my bed, yeah that's what I said

Chorus

This guilt trip that you put on me won't mess me up cuz I've done no wrong
Any thoughts of you and me have gone away

Chrous

Better off that way
I'm better off alone anyway

That song right there, is gonna be a positive influence on SO many impressionable young girls.

C.O.T.
Oh, I figured out what the problem with o.b. was: too much friction!
The trick is to smother the damned things with lube! After that, it's smooooooooth sailing!

What IS it with old people??

Grandad: Hmm...I'm all out of orange juice.

*I don't look up from my newspaper as I didn't realise what he was hinting*

Grandad: Yes, I'm definately goin' to need some orange juice.

*I figure it out*

Me: Ok, want me to nip to de supermarket and get some?

*Grandad pretends not to hear me and instead keeps muttering to himself about having no o.j. for tomorrow morning*

*I keep reading my newspaper*

Grandad: Ok, so you'll go for it for me then?
Me: Sure.
Grandad: Wait...what car you drivin'? You have your mother's car?
Me: Um, no, I'd just use yours.
Grandad: No, no. I don't think so. Can't take the chance of gettin' it hit. I'll go for the juice myself.

What the frig was THAT about?? I offer to do HIM a favour, and he responds by insulting my driving skills??

Well, I never!

So I went to the cinema to check out Dawn Of The Dead...and it wasn't bad except for a few predictable moments when a couple of the main characters did something stupid like charge out into a crowd of zombies to save a dog, or hide a pregnant zombie-wife so that those mean non-zombie people wouldn't shoot her.

I STILL prefer 28 Days Later to D.O.T.D. though. Less comedy, more spine-chilling horror! Plus some sporty British accents.

C.O.T.
Well, I've done it again folks, developed one of my ridiculous minor crushes on yet another poor unsuspecting male. This time he's tall, dark and obnoxious. Thank god he has a woman already.