Disclaimer:
No I do not any of the characters, Louise Renninson does. Yes I did get
ideas from the book such as words like "gooseberry" I give all credit to
the genius, Louise. The plot is mine.
Can I have your story?: NO! It's all mine. Be creative and make up ur own.
Operation SG's Going Away Party
Park Pay Phone
12:00 a.m.
On the phone with Jas, I swear it's like talking to Libby's suba-diving Barbie.
Jas: You're either mad, or have your nuddy-pants in a twist to call me 12
O'clock in the MORNING
Honestly she can be so testy, I had to hold the earpiece away from my ear...when it belongs near my ear.
Me: Oh Jas how I love you (not). I simply wanted to ask you to throw a party with me but since you are acting so weedy, I mind as well ask Sven for help. Clog dancing could be quiet entertaining, you know.
Jas: ZZZZZzzZZzzzZZzzzzZZzzzzz
Me: (uses earpiece as a drum stick)
Jas: Bloody hell, Gee!!! Now not only am I tired, I'm deft!
Me: Jas, don't be so self-centered. Your hearing will regain consciousness soon. Anyways, I wanted to throw Robby a party. One with lots of funosity. And-
Jas: Clog dancing?
She is so irritating.
Me: No Jas, I'd rather have Sven balance a ball on his conk than clog dance. Regaining focus, who can we invite?
Jas: ZZZZzzzzzzZZzZzz
What's the point?
I hung up the phone and started walking home in my teletubbie jimjams. Buddah decided to grace me with the gift of time because Mark happened to be waiting under the streetlight. I bet he's waiting to harass someone's poor nunga-nungas (AN: you had to read the 3rd book) By golly, his gob really is getting bigger by the minute.
My Room
Making Part-ay list
12:31 a.m.
Here's my groovy list:
Rosie: She could probably bring Sven on a lead and have him balance a ball on his conk.
Jas: errrr..she's my best friend and she'll expect to be invited.
Tom: Can keep Jas away from the actual guests. Oh yeah, he's also the Sex God's brother. I suppose Robby would like him to be there as well.
Ellen: Her mother own chips and dip. Cheers.
Dave the Laugh: Well he's an errrr.well laugh. And I might happen to go into snogging withdrawal at the party, you never know.
Lindsay: NOT! I refuse to invite her or her up-the-bum knickers. Besides, she would just distract Robby from adoring his Oh So Beautiful Goddess (me).
I know my list is rather short...but I'll think of chums from school. I already know what I'm going to wear. My black halter with my jean skirt and black boots.
I think it's in order to have an egg-yolk mask for preparation. I have to be gorgey for my SG.
Angus ate my mask.
What do you think? Should I keep going? I'm a huge fan of the book so I thought it would be fun to step into Georgia's shoes so to speak. Reviews are nice, and I would appreciate ur opinion, maybe u guys could help with a twist in the story? I'll DEFINATLEY be adding more chapters soon.
Can I have your story?: NO! It's all mine. Be creative and make up ur own.
Operation SG's Going Away Party
Park Pay Phone
12:00 a.m.
On the phone with Jas, I swear it's like talking to Libby's suba-diving Barbie.
Jas: You're either mad, or have your nuddy-pants in a twist to call me 12
O'clock in the MORNING
Honestly she can be so testy, I had to hold the earpiece away from my ear...when it belongs near my ear.
Me: Oh Jas how I love you (not). I simply wanted to ask you to throw a party with me but since you are acting so weedy, I mind as well ask Sven for help. Clog dancing could be quiet entertaining, you know.
Jas: ZZZZZzzZZzzzZZzzzzZZzzzzz
Me: (uses earpiece as a drum stick)
Jas: Bloody hell, Gee!!! Now not only am I tired, I'm deft!
Me: Jas, don't be so self-centered. Your hearing will regain consciousness soon. Anyways, I wanted to throw Robby a party. One with lots of funosity. And-
Jas: Clog dancing?
She is so irritating.
Me: No Jas, I'd rather have Sven balance a ball on his conk than clog dance. Regaining focus, who can we invite?
Jas: ZZZZzzzzzzZZzZzz
What's the point?
I hung up the phone and started walking home in my teletubbie jimjams. Buddah decided to grace me with the gift of time because Mark happened to be waiting under the streetlight. I bet he's waiting to harass someone's poor nunga-nungas (AN: you had to read the 3rd book) By golly, his gob really is getting bigger by the minute.
My Room
Making Part-ay list
12:31 a.m.
Here's my groovy list:
Rosie: She could probably bring Sven on a lead and have him balance a ball on his conk.
Jas: errrr..she's my best friend and she'll expect to be invited.
Tom: Can keep Jas away from the actual guests. Oh yeah, he's also the Sex God's brother. I suppose Robby would like him to be there as well.
Ellen: Her mother own chips and dip. Cheers.
Dave the Laugh: Well he's an errrr.well laugh. And I might happen to go into snogging withdrawal at the party, you never know.
Lindsay: NOT! I refuse to invite her or her up-the-bum knickers. Besides, she would just distract Robby from adoring his Oh So Beautiful Goddess (me).
I know my list is rather short...but I'll think of chums from school. I already know what I'm going to wear. My black halter with my jean skirt and black boots.
I think it's in order to have an egg-yolk mask for preparation. I have to be gorgey for my SG.
Angus ate my mask.
What do you think? Should I keep going? I'm a huge fan of the book so I thought it would be fun to step into Georgia's shoes so to speak. Reviews are nice, and I would appreciate ur opinion, maybe u guys could help with a twist in the story? I'll DEFINATLEY be adding more chapters soon.