IT IS DRIVING ME INSANE. My birthday is in a few days, I get presents for my birthday. Most of the time it's what I ask for. This year I asked for 2 things: Kid Icarus: Uprising, and inFamous by Sherrilyn Kenyon. Kid Icarus is pretty expensive, so I didn't know if I'd get it or not. Well, I know I got. My sister said to me "Lana, you're gonna love your gift! Truuuust me. *Winkwink*"
I THEN KNEW. But I didn't know where my mom was hiding it.
So today I was looking for my Wii nunchuck and I went to look for it in a random filing cabnet by our TV. My mom whips aroung and screams "NO LANA NOT THAT DRAWER!!!"
I should've known. She hid my birthday presents there last year as well.
So, now I know that Kid Icarus is in my house, in an unlocked drawer, just waiting for the day it gets played. I WANNA PLAY IT. "orz
Why must my birthday be the 24th? Whyyyyyyyy?
And the book, oooohhh I NEED to read it! It's the last in the series and it's just super dah oogh mmmrp I NEED IT. >-<"