The Weekend

Day 1 of The Weekend.

Well, it's FINALLY the weekend. Been waiting for the day. Instead of 5 Days, it seems like, it's been 5 WEEKS since school has started. And if you didn't know, weekends in Dubai exist on Friday and Saturday.

I've been really tired today, for who-knows-what reason. And I've been doing some stupid work too. Rather than studying. I've been:

1. Helping my sister create a doctor out of some hard, air-drying modelling clay.
2. Washing dried clay powder off my hands.
3. Washing excess black raspberry vanilla lotion off my hands.
4. NOT Studying.
5. Cleaning my own modelling clay mess.
6. WRITING A BLOG.

I just saw the new models of the iPod touch & the iPod Nano, and I'm literally day-dreaming about them. My almost 3 year-old iPod Nano looks like NOTHING against them.

I need one of those printer-scanner-fax thingy. Even though I know printers are sent from hell. 

I'm just gonna talk about me now.

I am a 5 feet 5 inches tall, 14 year-old girl. I have short, black hair, with little fringes and I wear metallic blue, rounded-rectangle glasses. I have anger management issues, I like writing and drawing, I ACTUALLY LIKE Shakespeare, 'cuz that's what our school taught us in the final two years of middle school, I'M CRAZY ABOUT BOOKS, and I'm KINDA creative. Which I think I got from my mom. I like to think, there is atleast SOME part of me which is like my mom's. 'Cuz I am a total opposite of my mom. 

So, I'm technically, actually a lot like my dad. Well...Not really. According to A LOT of people, (NOT exaggerating, A LOT OF PEOPLE) I'm like my dad's younger sister.

This is me.

This the best me I can draw.

Nothing eventful happened today though, It was just a normal Friday with our usual family get-together. *yawn* I hope we have a big luch party or something next Friday. I WANT something to scream about on the internet.

That's as much as I can talk about myself today, I'll probably continue tomorrow, If I don't have any other boring crap to crap about. I'M JUST SLEEPY NOW.

Whatever.

-Sam Frank.