2 posts tagged “david”
No, not Hilton... the city! My friend David went to Paris last week (how awesome is it to live just 'around the corner' from Paris?) and sent me my first "wish you were here" card. He couldn't believe that all my life I've been deprived of cards from friends who are traveling. He said that my friends "are rubbish" (now imagine that in a cute English accent!). He's probably right.
He wrote this:
On the back of this card:
The best thing was that I had previously seen the picture he took of the actual sculpture and told him I loved it. I bet he was happy to know I would love the postcard then. How sneaky. Thank you, David!
For one reason or another, I never got around to posting what I got for my birthday. Now, a bazillion days later, here it is.
I'll start with the good:
I'll admit, when my parents asked me what I wanted for my birthday, I had no clue as of what to want. But, ask a girl what she wants, and she'll FIND something to want. Then I remembered I've been wanting a small digital camera to carry around (my big one is far too uncomfortable to be taking to, let's say, a club, yanno?) So I search for about 3 minutes and I find this:
And holy crap, it's blue! I almost had an e-orgasm over it. A blue digital camera... that fits in my pocket... who cares about the specs. I wanted it. So I told my dad, that this was what I wanted for my birthday. And boy, do I have some awesome parents. I asked my mom to tell whoever asked what I wanted for my birthday, to give me money to put it towards the camera. I got about $50, I secretly put in another $50, and my parents paid the rest together with a friend of theirs. So now I own an uber awesome BLUE Sony Cybershot.
Yuni got me some cool Tinkerbell stuff as well, including two shirts:
Stickers! (A girl always has to have stickers)
'Cause you know, anyone that KNOWS ME, knows that I will love anything with Tinkerbell on it. You give me a drawing of Tinkerbell, I'm happy.
Then we had my aunt, who likes to think she's very hip and sophisticated. She's always bragging about the latest perfume my uncle got her, and I always nicely admire them. Some of them are good, but you know, some of them suck. I know they meant well. But they got me this:
You'd think it couldn't get worse. But alas, it did. My grandma approached me with a Victoria's Secret bag, which I knew better than to think contained actual Victoria's Secret stuff. From the bag, came out a tiny excercise pair of shorts and a little sports bra-looking thing in which my boobs would've fit... 2 years ago. But you know, it was blue. A keeper. And then she said "ooh, there's more in the bag!" and I pulled this out:
And because all stories should have happy endings, I saved the best for last. This was my over-all favorite present, and possibly one of the best I've ever gotten. It's not an extravagant or expensive thing, but it was really thoughtful and absolutely adorable. Being from England, my friend David knows how I loooove British accents, and I we always talk about him saying "British words" like "rubbish" and "telly" and after watching Driving Lessons, "mobiles give you cancer!" So he came up with this:
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