Weird World Youth Day '08 Dreaming...

I haven't posted in a while. Which means now it's time for obligatory mass-posting. All my happy fans cheer in delight. I hate mass posting. Mainly cos I hate mass reading. Like when I go to GoFugYourself and there's like a billion new posts and I can't be bothered reading them all so I read a few and get angry at the world for being so unfair then I cry and eat cupcakes.

I like cupcakes.

Anyway, World Youth Day (I typo-ed it as World Youth Dah about 5 times just then) is all the rage here in Sydney now. Everywhere you go you see happy pilgrims dancing around. They're so happy. I got excited that good old Baba was coming to town (even though I preferred his predecessor; ah wtf! I'm not even Catholic) so I went to the city with my friends to catch a glimpse of His Fancy Pants-ness.

But ah! It was not to be. Turns out I had to pay $400 just to get in to the pilgrim area (LIKE WTF I LIVE HERE!?!) and I really don't have that kinda money lying around so I was not a happy trooper. The big mass is tomorrow and I want some dramaz to happen just so my vengeful self can be satiated.

Then I had a dream that night that I could speak French (did I tell you that now I want to learn how to speak French!? Yeh I totally wiki-ed it and everything. I want to be able to go to France and be apprenticed under a pastry chef! *Dreams*. Yes, just add it to the list after Arabic, Malay, Mandarin, Urdu...)

Anyway, when I wrote WYD08/French/Pierre-Herme in my phone under "Pospiration" (I keep a little section in my phone about interesting things to blog about; post + inspiration = pospiration! Genius! See how much I care about you people??) I would have sworn the Pope, French, Pierre Herme and croissants were related. But I can't remember the dream anymore!!

Dammit.