Omfg @ MindSay 
Dixie currently feels:
Pleased 
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OMNER, BEST NEWS EVER.
Seeing as how MindSay is inhabited solely by Yanks, I'm sure you all know what Oreos are.
Yep, the greatest biscuit ever - slowly followed by the English Custard Cream and Rich Tea finger.
Well, up until now - I've never ever seen Oreos on sale in England.
I'd heard of them - for you see, having friends in America and Canada - obviously, I'd have been informed.
AND, I'd seen old 80's adverts for them on the episodes of YCDTOTV (You Can't Do That On Television) which I download, and I thought: "Hmm... I want some of those..."
I was in luck when I went to Rhodes last year.
Rhodes sell food products from all over the world in their little souvenier and essentials shops.
You see the English Heinz baked beans alongside tins of German frankfurters, and French bubblegum sat beside packs of Oreos.
When in Rhodes (har har, best pun ever...) I also tried the white chocolate and milk chocolate coated Oreos.
In the two weeks I was there, I must have eaten about...
Hmm...
Well let's say I ate a pack every day. So that's 4 biscuits every day on avarage.
So that's 14 multiplied by 4.
Gives you a total of 58.
58 in two weeks, I can't tell whether that sounds like a lot or not.
But anyway, sometimes when I was walking down streets of Rhodes, I looked and felt like a bit of a Yank.
Put it this way, I was wearing enormous shorts, Slipknot shirts usually, Converse all-star, either a Slipknot or New York Yankees baseball cap, and I sometimes had Oreos in my hands or pockets.
And looking like a Yank when you're an Englishman who hates 99% of everything American is not good.
Anyway, on the topic.
I've not ever seen Oreos on sale in England before.
I walked into my IT room the other day, and I saw an Oreo wrapper on the floor beside the wastepaper bin.
My first impression was: "...Oreos?! What the hell are they doing here?!"
My second impression was: "...Well maybe someone's been on holiday and brought them back?"
My third impression was: "FOR FUCK'S SAKE, I WANT OREOS NOW."
So today, about.. 15 minutes ago...
I'm at nana's, I've finished my Sunday lunch - and she calls me in the kitchen, goes in the cupboard and produces a packet of OREOS.
"OMG, OREOS." - I say.
She offers them to me.
I take two and stuff them in my mouth at once.
Oh, the heavenly taste returns to me.
"Where did you get these?" - I ask. "They don't sell them here."
But apparently - they DO now.
They must've just came over.
Honestly though, Oreos have been around since before the 80's, and we're only getting them in England in 2008?!
So, dad's said he's going to get me some when he goes to the ASDA supermarket.
I wrote "OREOS" on his list. Tee hee.
Yay, Dixie is reunited with the flavour she loves so much - ON HER HOME SOIL.
Oreos in England.
Now we are a better country than before.
brace yourselves people i have in this post the material that fluffy romances and or smutty erotic novels are made of:P
i still can't believe it happened to me of all people. i seriously am still goo over it, a pile of blissful goo.
but i guess i should start from the begining. yesterday night me and my parents (yeah i know im such a loser spending friday with my parents but you know what...shut up) were on our way to go to my uncles for a bonfire (which was kickass btw) but first we went to get a bite to eat, my dad went in to get us a table while me and my mom just talked outside for a bit (nothing special) and then we went in well what i see renders me, the woman of words completely speechless. my dad is sitting their chatting with a man at the next table over but neither my father or the man took my breath away it was the teenage boy beside him.
ok just for a time out you know in like animes or romance stories how the guys are literally IMPOSSIBLY hot? that's what this guy was. the typical Italian teenage boy with thick black hair that you just itch to play with, the glasses that actually WORK for him and i mean WORK and when he smiled at me i think i might have drooled...
but ANYWAYS so my dad notices me and my mom had come in and he's like "Girls, you remember the (making up the name here umm...) Barbieri's?" (oh yeah good italian surname making up skills fireflower) and then i remember. this family we knew from one of my brother's old hockey teams and the IMPOSSIBLY hot italian guy in front of me was on my brother's team and i remember was NOT this hot five years ago when i had last seen him. and my first thought (stupidly) was the first words that came from my mouth after staring at him.
'you've grown up.' i was starting to mentally slap myself for being so well weird until he looked me over (in the POLITE way all you pervs out there) and smiled. his response still blows my mind.
'so have you.'
i literally almost DIED and you know what at that point i would have been completely happy to ust die right there. isn't it JUST the lines that romance novels are made of 'two friends have to part early on in life but then later they get a second chance but wait is their more than friendship afoot?'.
but sadly i have to leave you now and until next time i'll be lying, in a puddle of goo, in my field of fireflowers.
severe lack of sleep.
my dads mad at me for hitting his truck. id be pissed at me too. my mom wants to make things better between us. probably wont happen. but it will for a week or so until my dad gets over the truck thing.
my lip piercing is back to NORMAL. no more swelling. which makes me happy. considering this is the first time of seven that it turned out the way i wanted to.
im talking to kids from columbia. i love my school. and i love chicago. and i love that im moving the hell out of here in like...a month.
in the beginning of august im taking a train to detroit and then to toledo to see nick. he found a german shepard puppy on his deck this morning. he said medusa wanted to kill it at first butnow its okay. im pretty sure hes going to keep it.
i needed to start journaling again.
nick wants me to go to counseling. but its not for me. and im happy. for the first time in a looong time. no more retarted teenage bullshit. time for college :D.
sunday.
im
getting
fucking
trashed <3
adios strangers
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