whaaaa, they stole my weekend.
Today I was supposed to be super lazy, lounge in bed and spend the day catching up with LJ, replying to your entries, etc. But noooo, people think I'm interested enough in them to have me over for their neighborhood parties. It wasn't that bad, but I just wish they'd done it yesterday when I was so bored, I ended up buying girly girl sandals. OMG, you guys they're peeptoes and have these huge purple heels and huge purple bows on them. It's like something out of a Christina Aguilera video. I bought stilettos last summer and the one time I tried to wear them, I had to take them off and walked barefooted in the parking lot.
I did get to call my family to see if my niece has popped out yet, but all I got was my Dad telling me he and my brother went out to party last night to celebrate an 18 yr. old's birthday. This kid kinda grew up around my family cause his mom died when he was two and his dad moved a block away and left him with his uncle and grandma. So the two male figures in his life were my step brother and my dad, God help him. I was listening to my dad telling me they partied till 4 am while I was in Barnes and Nobles and kiling time buying shoes I'm never gonna wear on a cloudy Saturday. They're taking my sister in law to the hospital tomorrow to see if they can induce labor and wake up that sleepy kid. I'm going to have so much fun with her, it's going to totally compensate for the fact that I'm probably not going to have kids of my own and I never played with Barbies.
I have a blister on my finger from the revolver I was shooting yesterday. I can now shoot an entire round in rapid sequence and it's still the most fun class I've ever taken. I caught myself staring at my instructor's ass a couple of times and felt like a pig. I can't help it if he's 6'3 and it's staring me in the face everytime he turns around to explain some gun-cleaning tecnique.
I feel like someone stole my weekend. I want it back. :(
I did get to call my family to see if my niece has popped out yet, but all I got was my Dad telling me he and my brother went out to party last night to celebrate an 18 yr. old's birthday. This kid kinda grew up around my family cause his mom died when he was two and his dad moved a block away and left him with his uncle and grandma. So the two male figures in his life were my step brother and my dad, God help him. I was listening to my dad telling me they partied till 4 am while I was in Barnes and Nobles and kiling time buying shoes I'm never gonna wear on a cloudy Saturday. They're taking my sister in law to the hospital tomorrow to see if they can induce labor and wake up that sleepy kid. I'm going to have so much fun with her, it's going to totally compensate for the fact that I'm probably not going to have kids of my own and I never played with Barbies.
I have a blister on my finger from the revolver I was shooting yesterday. I can now shoot an entire round in rapid sequence and it's still the most fun class I've ever taken. I caught myself staring at my instructor's ass a couple of times and felt like a pig. I can't help it if he's 6'3 and it's staring me in the face everytime he turns around to explain some gun-cleaning tecnique.
I feel like someone stole my weekend. I want it back. :(