Sore...
It's been getting harder and harder to crawl out of bed, esp when I dont have anywhere I need to go immedietly after waking up. I think it has somethign to do with the way my teacher is having me work out, something about going until my muscles wont work anymore. Eh whatever at least its working out.
I went out with Dan and Andrea last night for something along the lines of a birthday celebration. I didnt really want to but didnt want to hurt their feelings, esp andrea she puts a little too much esteem into birthdays. She "blindfolded" me while I was in the car playing solitaire on my ipod. We ended up at the Marriott in the Starbucks where I used to work...how anticlimatic as Dan said. Nobody was there LMAO, well roger was but anyone I like to talk to wasnt. Atleast I got a free chi tea latte out of it.
At this point we were hungry so we decided to go to Red Robin. We went to the one in freakin south coast plaza cuz it was "closer" than the one on harbor...I love andrea to death but sometimes that girl is really just out there...Anyway I knew I was gonna get that damn birthday song thing, Yes Ryan it happened you happy now? LMAO no body even touched the ice cream it just sat there and melted I thought that kinda ironic but whatever. What I didnt expect was the thousand balloons these fucker blew up and wanted to attach to my wrist, no joke there was about a dozen of them.
Went to go see Sin City, It was good I liked it, Didnt see how the ball ripping and hatcheting was so bad but I really didnt need to see the yellow balls...yea I was good without that visual. Basically called it a night after that, "I am now officially 20 cuz I had a party..."
I really dont care for them, I'm not a cake, ice cream or pie sorta guy. I've always been that way, I'm always the guy who passes when their handing all that nonsense out at parties. Not to say that I dont like getting together with my friends, but thats all I like about bday's an excuse to get people together other than that plz leave the balloons at home.
I went out with Dan and Andrea last night for something along the lines of a birthday celebration. I didnt really want to but didnt want to hurt their feelings, esp andrea she puts a little too much esteem into birthdays. She "blindfolded" me while I was in the car playing solitaire on my ipod. We ended up at the Marriott in the Starbucks where I used to work...how anticlimatic as Dan said. Nobody was there LMAO, well roger was but anyone I like to talk to wasnt. Atleast I got a free chi tea latte out of it.
At this point we were hungry so we decided to go to Red Robin. We went to the one in freakin south coast plaza cuz it was "closer" than the one on harbor...I love andrea to death but sometimes that girl is really just out there...Anyway I knew I was gonna get that damn birthday song thing, Yes Ryan it happened you happy now? LMAO no body even touched the ice cream it just sat there and melted I thought that kinda ironic but whatever. What I didnt expect was the thousand balloons these fucker blew up and wanted to attach to my wrist, no joke there was about a dozen of them.
Went to go see Sin City, It was good I liked it, Didnt see how the ball ripping and hatcheting was so bad but I really didnt need to see the yellow balls...yea I was good without that visual. Basically called it a night after that, "I am now officially 20 cuz I had a party..."
I really dont care for them, I'm not a cake, ice cream or pie sorta guy. I've always been that way, I'm always the guy who passes when their handing all that nonsense out at parties. Not to say that I dont like getting together with my friends, but thats all I like about bday's an excuse to get people together other than that plz leave the balloons at home.