Thank God she's back

I made up my mind not to get on MSN until I finished blogging about my weekend.
Of course, I am very weakminded, and so far haven't started blogging. Clearly.
I have to go though, because, clearly, MSN is more important. I will finish this blog in the morning, I just want you to know that I didn't forget.

Ebony wakes up next morning and writes:

We drove to Laurieton. I don't remember much of that... well, it's not important.We listened to crazy dance songs, that was the highlight.
Saturday night... (this is a long, off topic explanation, bear with it)

When I first watched PS: I love you, I was mesmirised. It perfectly described the way you could so completely miss someone, who, in a way, it seemed stayed close. But they weren't close enough to touch, or close enough to see; just close enough to never forget, just close enough to miss.
There was only one part of the movie I disagreed with. She said that women didn't know what they wanted. I have always had chrystal clear views on what I want. Until Saturday night.
(I really take off topic to the next level)

Getting away from everyone in my world for a bit tends to be a real eye opener for me. But this time... words cannot describe.
Anyone from CC camp who remembers Wednesday night (no comment), that was prett much Saturday (not in the way you're thinking). At least, the sadness and insecurity of it. The part that no one gets to see. That no one bothers to look for.

ANYWAYS, that was that. (To hear a freaky/interesting/hilarious/weird story, aske me at school about Ben. I cbb to type it)

Sunday was the baby shower. That was short + sweet, she got some nice gifts, we played a few games, all was good.

Monday we stopped in at the house again for a cup of coffee (=)) and then we were off. We gradually trekked home. I saw a place called coolabah and had Waltzing Matilda stuck in my head for half an hour. We had lunch at Taree. Got back on the roads, and there was SO MUCH TRAFFIC. We were practically parked. It was so ridicuous. I wanted to start talking to the people in the car next to us, but my mum wouldn't let me, I waved a lot though.
Anyways, it was forever until we got hme, and then my mummy hogged my computer to check her emails because she thinks her social life is more important than mine.

And that was our trip.
On the way home, we started naming as many Beatles songs as we can
And singing them.
Sure we were singing the wrong lyrics offkey and out of tune, but we were... a family. And that felt really nice. We did the same thing with Monkees songs. It was pretty fun.


OK, SONG!!
And this time, I seriously want you guys to dowload it.
This song is the saddest thing.
It was about this incident (I love you wikipedia) where a 16 year old girl shot people at a school because she doesn't like Mondays, and she wanted something to do.
She killed 2 adults and injured 8 children.
I don't like Mondays either, but honestly...

Anyways the song is "I don't like Monday" by the Boomtown Rats

To hear it (I don't like its clip) click here. But download it anyway, you have to listen to it a few times to truly appreciate it.