(Alternately titled "I Hate the World Slightly Less Now.")
First - a clarification:
I hate Valentine's Day. I passionately, vehemently hate Valentine's Day. You'll find out more Sunday, when I go on a tangent about just how much I hate it and for what reasons. Don't worry. I've been planning my cynicism for weeks. As long as I can get it all to come out right when I start writing it down, it promises to be good fun for all.
But you know what I really do not hate? "Valentine's Day." The movie. Which I just got home from. Which was really adorable. That I kind of... loved.
Basically - Taylor Lautner is still hot, Bradley Cooper is really attractive when he's cleaned up (also he's gay in the movie which is really cute to me for some reason), Jennifer Garner is adorable, Ashton Kutcher is strangely endearing clad entirely in pink nearly the entire movie, I even like George Lopez in this movie, Anne Hathaway is a phone sex operator, I have SEVERE Patrick Dempsey issues for some unknown reason, and I see my future in Jessica Biel's character (more on that Sunday, too).
(Sorry, was really run-on-y).
Also I have to write a review for the movie for newspaper, but I'm guessing the above comments will not suffice. I really don't know what I'm going to say. It really would be a great date movie, although I wouldn't know for sure, because I went with two of my best friends and one of my friend's mom. It's quintessentially predictable, but in a really endearing way. The cast is absolutely fantastic, and the actors do a really good job of making themselves seem like real people. You wouldn't think Ashton Kutcher would make a convincing LA florist (yes, he literally owns a flower shop) but he really pulls it off. Taylor Swift is even hilarious in it as a classic flighty, obnoxious, naive American teenager.
You would have to try really hard not to like this movie. It's funny, it's loveable, it's essentially empty calories, and you're bound to find someone in the cast you like. I think anyone could also identify with at least one character.
I strongly recommend anyone who's reading this (which, for future reference, is, um, no one) to see it at some point. It certainly is entertaining, and you even kind of forget you're watching a movie. The characters in it could easily be your best friend, or your cousin, or your neighbor, or even you.
So go check it out.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Oh my God. Stop...Just STOP
This is directed at the stupid people of the world.
STOP IT.
Just stop. Stop being so stupid, stop doing stupid things, stop saying stupid stuff. Stop. You're killing me.
My anti-idiot plight began yesterday after I had to tally hundreds of surveys dealing with phobias for newspaper. Yeah, all you d-bags out there. It's REAL cute when you don't fill out your survey, or check every single option on the list, and it's real original when you check 'other' and simply write 'I have a phobia of filling out surveys.'
Is it too much to ask that you take LITERALLY 30 seconds to fill out a simple survey? I'm not asking for a pony, here.
Then I realized that stupid people are everywhere. As I was standing in the lunch line behind a group of obnoxious girls, I heard one say:
"Omigooooood! Only 121 days left until my birthday! Look! I wrote it on my hand!"
Really?
Later in the afternoon, I heard somebody say, "How do you spell 'night'? Is it n-i-g-h-t? That doesn't look right, but oh well."
REALLY?
Also - STOP with the bat-shit-crazy hair colors! Pink and blonde together is NOT a good look. Your hair should not be an all-over magenta color! Stop! Just stop!
And the fake tans really have to die, too! My best friend should not have to refrain from saying "WOW, you're orange!" ESPECIALLY in the middle of February.
Oh, AND the bad dye jobs of natural colors need to stop too. I should not be able to see your black roots that aren't covered by your supposedly blonde hair AT ALL, let alone from roughly a mile away.
And when you stop walking in the middle of the hallway and turn around to walk the other way right in front of me? NOT COOL.
And to whoever keeps calling me, no matter how many times you call me, there will NOT be a 'Michael' around!
STOP IT.
Just stop. Stop being so stupid, stop doing stupid things, stop saying stupid stuff. Stop. You're killing me.
My anti-idiot plight began yesterday after I had to tally hundreds of surveys dealing with phobias for newspaper. Yeah, all you d-bags out there. It's REAL cute when you don't fill out your survey, or check every single option on the list, and it's real original when you check 'other' and simply write 'I have a phobia of filling out surveys.'
Is it too much to ask that you take LITERALLY 30 seconds to fill out a simple survey? I'm not asking for a pony, here.
Then I realized that stupid people are everywhere. As I was standing in the lunch line behind a group of obnoxious girls, I heard one say:
"Omigooooood! Only 121 days left until my birthday! Look! I wrote it on my hand!"
Really?
Later in the afternoon, I heard somebody say, "How do you spell 'night'? Is it n-i-g-h-t? That doesn't look right, but oh well."
REALLY?
Also - STOP with the bat-shit-crazy hair colors! Pink and blonde together is NOT a good look. Your hair should not be an all-over magenta color! Stop! Just stop!
And the fake tans really have to die, too! My best friend should not have to refrain from saying "WOW, you're orange!" ESPECIALLY in the middle of February.
Oh, AND the bad dye jobs of natural colors need to stop too. I should not be able to see your black roots that aren't covered by your supposedly blonde hair AT ALL, let alone from roughly a mile away.
And when you stop walking in the middle of the hallway and turn around to walk the other way right in front of me? NOT COOL.
And to whoever keeps calling me, no matter how many times you call me, there will NOT be a 'Michael' around!
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Betty White, Stay Inside
I'm starting to freak out a little.
I'm kind of worried that Betty White is going to die.
Because, you know, she's pretty old. She and Rue McClanahan are the only two 'Golden Girls' still kickin'. But in the past week, I've encountered at least 3 Betty White references, and I'm afraid if we keep talking about her, she's going to die.
I think the whole JD Salinger thing has me a little paranoid. I just need to know that bringing up celebrities for no apparent reason doesn't automatically mean they're going to kick the bucket within days after bringing them up. It's a little too 'Witches of Eastwick'-y for me.
Anyway, the other day, a friend mentioned he had a dream that he befriended Betty White and got to attend and awards show with her. Then last night, John Green posted a MentalFloss article about Betty White. And Kathy Griffin also tweeted something about Betty White.
It's getting a little creepy. Unless I missed something and Betty White is suddenly trendy again (which, I mean, she's always awesome, but there's a difference between being 'awesome' and being 'in'.
So I'm just warning you, Betty White. Stay inside. We can't lose you.
I'm kind of worried that Betty White is going to die.
Because, you know, she's pretty old. She and Rue McClanahan are the only two 'Golden Girls' still kickin'. But in the past week, I've encountered at least 3 Betty White references, and I'm afraid if we keep talking about her, she's going to die.
I think the whole JD Salinger thing has me a little paranoid. I just need to know that bringing up celebrities for no apparent reason doesn't automatically mean they're going to kick the bucket within days after bringing them up. It's a little too 'Witches of Eastwick'-y for me.
Anyway, the other day, a friend mentioned he had a dream that he befriended Betty White and got to attend and awards show with her. Then last night, John Green posted a MentalFloss article about Betty White. And Kathy Griffin also tweeted something about Betty White.
It's getting a little creepy. Unless I missed something and Betty White is suddenly trendy again (which, I mean, she's always awesome, but there's a difference between being 'awesome' and being 'in'.
So I'm just warning you, Betty White. Stay inside. We can't lose you.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
What Can I Rant and Rave About Today?
You know want to know what's sad?
The amount of time that I spend writing things (i.e. THIS) that nobody ever reads. I could be doing something much more productive right now.
Like sleeping, for instance.
Buuuuuut you want to know what I did do today, which was awesome?
I acted like a four and a half year old. It was so refreshing.
I had no pressing homework to do, so I decided to kick back and watch "The Lion King." Hi, best movie ever. I forgot how fantastic it is. I ate Kraft macaroni and cheese, drank hot chocolate (it was orange...it's Great Pumpkin hot cocoa - duh), and ate Tootsie Rolls all while it was snowing outside. I basically relived my childhood for an hour and a half.
It was glorious.
Then I kind of almost glued my toes together with nail glue, and then I almost glued my middle finger to my toe with said glue. If we're sticking with the childhood metaphor thing, I guess that would be kind of like arts and crafts time? Except instead of gluing macaroni together to make art, I tried gluing body parts together to make a statue...?
And now I'm sitting here listening to Schoolhouse Rock because I'm too lazy to change the track on my iPod. It's the 'Figure Eight' song, which is pretty awesome, if you ask me. I also listened to 'I'm Just a Bill' today partiall for the same reason, and partiall because we just learned all about how a bill becomes a law in government! (::enthusiastic thumbs up::)
Also, everyone in North Canton is hoping for a snow day tomorrow, which I'm fairly certain we're not going to get. It sucks, and we're all going to be pouting when we have to be up early tomorrow morning, but I think I'm over it. I'm sure someone out there is wearing their pajamas inside out and backwards, or has thrown an ice cube in the toilet or some other silly superstition-y thing that we do in an effort to control the weather. (Good luck with that.)
So I guess today has just been all about embracing childhood. I miss it so.
The amount of time that I spend writing things (i.e. THIS) that nobody ever reads. I could be doing something much more productive right now.
Like sleeping, for instance.
Buuuuuut you want to know what I did do today, which was awesome?
I acted like a four and a half year old. It was so refreshing.
I had no pressing homework to do, so I decided to kick back and watch "The Lion King." Hi, best movie ever. I forgot how fantastic it is. I ate Kraft macaroni and cheese, drank hot chocolate (it was orange...it's Great Pumpkin hot cocoa - duh), and ate Tootsie Rolls all while it was snowing outside. I basically relived my childhood for an hour and a half.
It was glorious.
Then I kind of almost glued my toes together with nail glue, and then I almost glued my middle finger to my toe with said glue. If we're sticking with the childhood metaphor thing, I guess that would be kind of like arts and crafts time? Except instead of gluing macaroni together to make art, I tried gluing body parts together to make a statue...?
And now I'm sitting here listening to Schoolhouse Rock because I'm too lazy to change the track on my iPod. It's the 'Figure Eight' song, which is pretty awesome, if you ask me. I also listened to 'I'm Just a Bill' today partiall for the same reason, and partiall because we just learned all about how a bill becomes a law in government! (::enthusiastic thumbs up::)
Also, everyone in North Canton is hoping for a snow day tomorrow, which I'm fairly certain we're not going to get. It sucks, and we're all going to be pouting when we have to be up early tomorrow morning, but I think I'm over it. I'm sure someone out there is wearing their pajamas inside out and backwards, or has thrown an ice cube in the toilet or some other silly superstition-y thing that we do in an effort to control the weather. (Good luck with that.)
So I guess today has just been all about embracing childhood. I miss it so.
Monday, February 8, 2010
A Series of Rather Unfortunate Events
A timeline of things that have pissed me off the past 3 days. Do enjoy.
Saturday, 2/6/10
9:30 AM - Text message from AJ wanting Caroline's phone number. Thank you for waking me up an hour earlier than I wanted to.
2:00 PM - Edna refuses to play Lady Gaga.
7:15 PM - Driving to BATB, I slide through an intersection at a four-way stop on ice. Cool.
9:40 PM - I get stuck in the snow pulling into the Zion Church to wait for Bee and Manda to catch up with us.
9:47 PM - I slide MAJORLY making a turn onto Everhard because Jackson Township's roads suck.
9:50 PM - We pull into Max and Erma's parking lot where my friends refuse to let me abort Mission:Pie.
9:52: PM - I slide all over the place driving down Everhard to Perkins to get pie.
9:53 PM - Revelation that risking lives for pie is more pathetic than risking lives for hashbrowns ('Let it Snow' reference).
9:55 PM - We pull into Perkins parking lot after getting stuck in the snow (again).
9:56 PM - Perkins is closed.
10:00 PM - We sit in Perkins parking lot trying to figure out Plan B while Manda and Bee sit in the car next to us blasting 'Two is Better than One' and being Taylor Swift-y.
10:01 PM - Random blue car pulls into Perkins parking lot. Perkins is still closed. Almost raped?
10:05 PM - Successfully make it to Friendly's after getting stuck pulling out of Perkins parking lot. I am denied pie.
10:50 PM - I drive home. Jackson's roads STILL suck. Almost taken out by large pickup truck because I can't stop slipping and sliding all over.
Sunday 2/7/10
10:00 AM - Must do homework.
12:30 PM - Sun is bright in den and computer is very slow. Ouch.
4:00 PM - Coerced into babysitting cousins on day off next Monday.
8:45 PM - Jam toe into cousin's shoe, breaking off half of toenail.
8:46 PM - Screaming and operatic crisis voice ensues at sight of blood.
8:48 PM - Minor 'surgery' on toe which is disgusting.
9:00 PM - Cannot wear slippers.
9:15 PM - Budweiser commercial makes me cry.
9:22 PM - Fact that my only footwear option is flip flops and toe socks (because it's 10 degrees and there's a foot of snow on the ground) makes me cry.
9:44 PM - Twitter being over capacity makes me cry.
9:56 PM - Orthodontia makes me cry.
10:00 PM - Best friend will not text me back.
Monday, 2/8/10
3:23 AM - Wake up. Toe hurts. Go back to sleep anyway.
5:44 AM - Wake up. It's Monday. Do not feel like P. Diddy.
5:55 AM - TV cuts out while I'm watching weather.
6:00 AM - Remember that friend will soon be going into surgery for a new face.
6:01 AM - Remember toe injury. And limited footwear.
6:16 AM - Put on stupid effing toe socks.
6:18 AM - WiFi in corner of my room not connecting.
6:32 AM - Pull stupid effing white flip flops out of closet.
6:38 AM - Freeze in car.
6:46 AM - Arrive at Bee's. Discover that the running boards of Bee's dad's car are snow covered. Get in car and freeze.
6:50 AM - Manda joins us. Yes. I AM wearing flip flops.
7:02 AM - Arrive at school. It's approximately 7 degrees and there's ice and snow on ground. Am wearing stupid effing flip flops.
7:12 AM - Get to spot where we sit in the morning and discover that there are people there, but not OUR people.
7:20 AM - Refuse to wear shoes.
7:30 AM - Freeze in study hall.
8:11 AM - Freeze in English.
9:55 AM - Go to Chemistry.
10:00 AM - Switch seats in Chemistry. I now sit in very front. Die.
10:39 AM - Walk down stairs.
11:11 AM - Nothing good for lunch.
3:48 PM - Water for mac and cheese overflows.
3:52 PM - Water for mac and cheese overflows. Again.
Yes. I also have Rape Escape tonight. Yes. I am taking self defense. Footwear? NO IDEA.
Saturday, 2/6/10
9:30 AM - Text message from AJ wanting Caroline's phone number. Thank you for waking me up an hour earlier than I wanted to.
2:00 PM - Edna refuses to play Lady Gaga.
7:15 PM - Driving to BATB, I slide through an intersection at a four-way stop on ice. Cool.
9:40 PM - I get stuck in the snow pulling into the Zion Church to wait for Bee and Manda to catch up with us.
9:47 PM - I slide MAJORLY making a turn onto Everhard because Jackson Township's roads suck.
9:50 PM - We pull into Max and Erma's parking lot where my friends refuse to let me abort Mission:Pie.
9:52: PM - I slide all over the place driving down Everhard to Perkins to get pie.
9:53 PM - Revelation that risking lives for pie is more pathetic than risking lives for hashbrowns ('Let it Snow' reference).
9:55 PM - We pull into Perkins parking lot after getting stuck in the snow (again).
9:56 PM - Perkins is closed.
10:00 PM - We sit in Perkins parking lot trying to figure out Plan B while Manda and Bee sit in the car next to us blasting 'Two is Better than One' and being Taylor Swift-y.
10:01 PM - Random blue car pulls into Perkins parking lot. Perkins is still closed. Almost raped?
10:05 PM - Successfully make it to Friendly's after getting stuck pulling out of Perkins parking lot. I am denied pie.
10:50 PM - I drive home. Jackson's roads STILL suck. Almost taken out by large pickup truck because I can't stop slipping and sliding all over.
Sunday 2/7/10
10:00 AM - Must do homework.
12:30 PM - Sun is bright in den and computer is very slow. Ouch.
4:00 PM - Coerced into babysitting cousins on day off next Monday.
8:45 PM - Jam toe into cousin's shoe, breaking off half of toenail.
8:46 PM - Screaming and operatic crisis voice ensues at sight of blood.
8:48 PM - Minor 'surgery' on toe which is disgusting.
9:00 PM - Cannot wear slippers.
9:15 PM - Budweiser commercial makes me cry.
9:22 PM - Fact that my only footwear option is flip flops and toe socks (because it's 10 degrees and there's a foot of snow on the ground) makes me cry.
9:44 PM - Twitter being over capacity makes me cry.
9:56 PM - Orthodontia makes me cry.
10:00 PM - Best friend will not text me back.
Monday, 2/8/10
3:23 AM - Wake up. Toe hurts. Go back to sleep anyway.
5:44 AM - Wake up. It's Monday. Do not feel like P. Diddy.
5:55 AM - TV cuts out while I'm watching weather.
6:00 AM - Remember that friend will soon be going into surgery for a new face.
6:01 AM - Remember toe injury. And limited footwear.
6:16 AM - Put on stupid effing toe socks.
6:18 AM - WiFi in corner of my room not connecting.
6:32 AM - Pull stupid effing white flip flops out of closet.
6:38 AM - Freeze in car.
6:46 AM - Arrive at Bee's. Discover that the running boards of Bee's dad's car are snow covered. Get in car and freeze.
6:50 AM - Manda joins us. Yes. I AM wearing flip flops.
7:02 AM - Arrive at school. It's approximately 7 degrees and there's ice and snow on ground. Am wearing stupid effing flip flops.
7:12 AM - Get to spot where we sit in the morning and discover that there are people there, but not OUR people.
7:20 AM - Refuse to wear shoes.
7:30 AM - Freeze in study hall.
8:11 AM - Freeze in English.
9:55 AM - Go to Chemistry.
10:00 AM - Switch seats in Chemistry. I now sit in very front. Die.
10:39 AM - Walk down stairs.
11:11 AM - Nothing good for lunch.
3:48 PM - Water for mac and cheese overflows.
3:52 PM - Water for mac and cheese overflows. Again.
Yes. I also have Rape Escape tonight. Yes. I am taking self defense. Footwear? NO IDEA.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
I'm Funniah on Twittah
(Don't ask about the title. Because I don't know.)
I may or may not have a serious Twitter addiction, though. It might be an issue. In the month that I had my account, I had tweeted almost 100 times.
Startling.
I am, though. I really think I'm funnier on Twitter than I am on Facebook. Which is a pity, because no one ever sees me being funny on Twitter because I don't have many friends that tweet. But I guess that's okay, because the friends I have that DO tweet are super funny.
Maybe that's it.
Maybe their being funny makes ME funny. I also follow a lot of funny people. Maybe the Twitter comedy makes me funnier. I don't know. I really don't know what it is.
You want to know what else is kind of weird? Things that I tweet would not usually be funny on Facebook. I honestly can't explain it, but Twitter is just ... I don't know. More awesome?
(Although, in Facebook's defense, I just cried for a minute when I saw that one of my 'friends' (term used VERY loosely) referred to the Superbowl as the Supperbowel. I don't even think it was a joke.)
(I really love it when I use parentheses (inside parentheses) like that).
Maybe Twitter is better comedy because I can update it no matter where I am, so long as I have my phone. Usually funnier things happen to me when I'm running around in the world, so being able to text and tweet in one fell swoop makes for more amusement.
I may even be funnier on Twitter than I am here. Actually, that's not really saying much because I honestly don't think I'm THAT funny here. Which is sad to me. I should be wickedly funny on my blog.
Yes. I chalk Twitter's funny to it being spontaneous. I can't just write a blog post while I'm out at Target when I see a guy with multiple piercings wearing a Twilight hoodie and purchasing Littlest Pet Shop toys (true story) or when I'm stuck in a dressing room in Urban Outfitters (also a true tweet).
Or maybe it's because Twitter is way less judgmental. I'm friends with people on Facebook that I don't really like because I think they're funny because they're vapid and shallow and really fun to mock. But I think I'm less entertaining because they'll judge me. Twitter is kinder. It's a friendly environment. Friendly = funny.
Facebook, you need to step up your funny. Twitter...basically, you rock.
I may or may not have a serious Twitter addiction, though. It might be an issue. In the month that I had my account, I had tweeted almost 100 times.
Startling.
I am, though. I really think I'm funnier on Twitter than I am on Facebook. Which is a pity, because no one ever sees me being funny on Twitter because I don't have many friends that tweet. But I guess that's okay, because the friends I have that DO tweet are super funny.
Maybe that's it.
Maybe their being funny makes ME funny. I also follow a lot of funny people. Maybe the Twitter comedy makes me funnier. I don't know. I really don't know what it is.
You want to know what else is kind of weird? Things that I tweet would not usually be funny on Facebook. I honestly can't explain it, but Twitter is just ... I don't know. More awesome?
(Although, in Facebook's defense, I just cried for a minute when I saw that one of my 'friends' (term used VERY loosely) referred to the Superbowl as the Supperbowel. I don't even think it was a joke.)
(I really love it when I use parentheses (inside parentheses) like that).
Maybe Twitter is better comedy because I can update it no matter where I am, so long as I have my phone. Usually funnier things happen to me when I'm running around in the world, so being able to text and tweet in one fell swoop makes for more amusement.
I may even be funnier on Twitter than I am here. Actually, that's not really saying much because I honestly don't think I'm THAT funny here. Which is sad to me. I should be wickedly funny on my blog.
Yes. I chalk Twitter's funny to it being spontaneous. I can't just write a blog post while I'm out at Target when I see a guy with multiple piercings wearing a Twilight hoodie and purchasing Littlest Pet Shop toys (true story) or when I'm stuck in a dressing room in Urban Outfitters (also a true tweet).
Or maybe it's because Twitter is way less judgmental. I'm friends with people on Facebook that I don't really like because I think they're funny because they're vapid and shallow and really fun to mock. But I think I'm less entertaining because they'll judge me. Twitter is kinder. It's a friendly environment. Friendly = funny.
Facebook, you need to step up your funny. Twitter...basically, you rock.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Nothing Important to Say
Really. I don't have anything to say that could be construed as important or meaningful or symbolic or really even comical.
I'm really tired. And I'm a little stressed. And I was denied pie. I'm not too overly thrilled with life right now.
But I feel like I've been neglecting my blog (not that anyone reads it, so I'm not really impacting anyone's life, here) so here I am.
The past week has basically consisted of school, sleep, homework, and listening to entirely too much Lady Gaga and Ingrid Michaelson (yes, I am aware that those two things don't go together ver well. Suck it.)
Yeah. I feel like we have a lot of catching up to do, but I don't have anything to talk about and I'm not in the mood to be entertaining. I'm mostly just bitter and pissed.
So it snowed last night. MASSIVE amounts. Which made for a pretty interesting evening this evening. We went ice skating today (more accurately, I sat on a bench and froze my ass off drinking hot chocolate while my friends skated for half an hour...day well spent) and then made a fort in Manda's basement (not the first time) and ate too much junk. Then Wuh, Bee, and I went to see 'Beauty and the Beast' at the Playhouse again.
Then...
I REALLY wanted pie. So we drove off to Perkin's for pie. I spun out a little driving there, but they wouldn't let me turn around and go home. Then I spun out AGAIN pulling into the Perkin's parking lot, and of course, Perkin's is closed.
Logic reasoning and common sense would lead you to believe that we turned around and went home, yes?
NO. We went to Friendly's instead, where there were sadly no douche-y guys to make fun of (another rather amusing story for another time) and where Manda informed us that she wants to marry a Japanese guy so her children can be ALL of the Axis powers.
Have I mentioned lately that my friends and I are a bunch of HUGE nerds? No? We haven't talked about that?
Last weekend we went to Borders and had a funeral-esque ceremony for JD Salinger. Today I referred to 'half-time' of a basketball game as 'intermission.' We're really huge nerds.
(Random tangent. Sorry.)
Anyway yeah. Then I drove home (which should NOT have been that complicated on any other day) and shook all the way home (and by all the way home I mean 1.5 miles) because Jackson Township CAN'T TAKE CARE OF THEIR ROADS.
Which made me more bitter and angry and cold and exhausted.
Which is where we are now. Two hours later at 1 AM.
Goodnight.
I'm really tired. And I'm a little stressed. And I was denied pie. I'm not too overly thrilled with life right now.
But I feel like I've been neglecting my blog (not that anyone reads it, so I'm not really impacting anyone's life, here) so here I am.
The past week has basically consisted of school, sleep, homework, and listening to entirely too much Lady Gaga and Ingrid Michaelson (yes, I am aware that those two things don't go together ver well. Suck it.)
Yeah. I feel like we have a lot of catching up to do, but I don't have anything to talk about and I'm not in the mood to be entertaining. I'm mostly just bitter and pissed.
So it snowed last night. MASSIVE amounts. Which made for a pretty interesting evening this evening. We went ice skating today (more accurately, I sat on a bench and froze my ass off drinking hot chocolate while my friends skated for half an hour...day well spent) and then made a fort in Manda's basement (not the first time) and ate too much junk. Then Wuh, Bee, and I went to see 'Beauty and the Beast' at the Playhouse again.
Then...
I REALLY wanted pie. So we drove off to Perkin's for pie. I spun out a little driving there, but they wouldn't let me turn around and go home. Then I spun out AGAIN pulling into the Perkin's parking lot, and of course, Perkin's is closed.
Logic reasoning and common sense would lead you to believe that we turned around and went home, yes?
NO. We went to Friendly's instead, where there were sadly no douche-y guys to make fun of (another rather amusing story for another time) and where Manda informed us that she wants to marry a Japanese guy so her children can be ALL of the Axis powers.
Have I mentioned lately that my friends and I are a bunch of HUGE nerds? No? We haven't talked about that?
Last weekend we went to Borders and had a funeral-esque ceremony for JD Salinger. Today I referred to 'half-time' of a basketball game as 'intermission.' We're really huge nerds.
(Random tangent. Sorry.)
Anyway yeah. Then I drove home (which should NOT have been that complicated on any other day) and shook all the way home (and by all the way home I mean 1.5 miles) because Jackson Township CAN'T TAKE CARE OF THEIR ROADS.
Which made me more bitter and angry and cold and exhausted.
Which is where we are now. Two hours later at 1 AM.
Goodnight.
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