Tahoe and Head Lice and Pope Jokes, OH MY!
I feel vomiticious; it's pretty amazing. I'm really glad that today is almost over, and I hope that I feel better in the morning, that would be cool. I don't really know what is wrong with me, but it's kind of disgusting. At least I had an incredible weekend to make up for being sick now. I went to Lake Tahoe with Stina, Marty, Biz, Nick, Brad, and Aaron (Lake Tahoe is a lake...in the mountains...yeah, that's right I saw mountains - I WIN). We cut down a Christmas tree, I made a snow angel, we hiked up a mountain in the snow, we watched christmas movies by a fire place, we cooked good food, we got fucking laminated, and we all learned the effects of CigaWeed. It was a good time.
On the first night down we played Kings and it made me miss Tiff and Jenny SO much. I love it in Chico, but I can't wait until Christmas so I can see them again. I know that Christmas is not too far away, but there is so much standing in the way of me and winter intercession that I feel like I'll never make it. I know I will...it's just going to be insane.
I'm sitting in the library right now and someone left two brown hair bands next to my computer. They are really nice hair bands, the kind without the little metal apparatus that catches onto strands of your hair and pulls them out. They are thick too; that's nice for me because my hair is so long and there is so much of it. I really want to take those hair bands, but there is just too much standing in my way. They can't be sanitary...well, they CAN be sanitary, but there is no way of knowing whether or not they are sanitary. I suppose I could have them checked out in some capacity, but that seems like an expensive and time consuming task. What is the worst possible plague that can be bestowed upon my physical being by hair bands? Lice? Would I see lice on them if I looked right now? I don't even want to touch them. Can I catch something by touching them? My hands feel dirty. I want to Purell them. The girl at the next computer is staring at my screen. I think she is reading my livejournal. If you are reading this then Hello. I must also say that I find it very rude to read my thoughts over my shoulder, you are so lucky my life is not interesting or of a higly confidential nature...so lucky. Oh, and also are those your hair bands sitting idly between our two computers? If they are then I commend you on your excellent choice of hair accessory, and if not...well, then I suppose we have nothing more to discuss. I don't want those hair bands; it's just too much of a gamble.
I'm tired...and neurotic...and sick...and Kelsey.
quote of MY day:
Andrew - "Mom, I'm talking to the Pope about some important Church matters. Say hi to my mom, Pope."
Me - (In my very best Pope voice) "Well, hello Janice Bacik."
Andrew - "Uhhh....yeah, mom, the Pope says hello; I don't know why he sounds like Frosty the Snowman."
On the first night down we played Kings and it made me miss Tiff and Jenny SO much. I love it in Chico, but I can't wait until Christmas so I can see them again. I know that Christmas is not too far away, but there is so much standing in the way of me and winter intercession that I feel like I'll never make it. I know I will...it's just going to be insane.
I'm sitting in the library right now and someone left two brown hair bands next to my computer. They are really nice hair bands, the kind without the little metal apparatus that catches onto strands of your hair and pulls them out. They are thick too; that's nice for me because my hair is so long and there is so much of it. I really want to take those hair bands, but there is just too much standing in my way. They can't be sanitary...well, they CAN be sanitary, but there is no way of knowing whether or not they are sanitary. I suppose I could have them checked out in some capacity, but that seems like an expensive and time consuming task. What is the worst possible plague that can be bestowed upon my physical being by hair bands? Lice? Would I see lice on them if I looked right now? I don't even want to touch them. Can I catch something by touching them? My hands feel dirty. I want to Purell them. The girl at the next computer is staring at my screen. I think she is reading my livejournal. If you are reading this then Hello. I must also say that I find it very rude to read my thoughts over my shoulder, you are so lucky my life is not interesting or of a higly confidential nature...so lucky. Oh, and also are those your hair bands sitting idly between our two computers? If they are then I commend you on your excellent choice of hair accessory, and if not...well, then I suppose we have nothing more to discuss. I don't want those hair bands; it's just too much of a gamble.
I'm tired...and neurotic...and sick...and Kelsey.
quote of MY day:
Andrew - "Mom, I'm talking to the Pope about some important Church matters. Say hi to my mom, Pope."
Me - (In my very best Pope voice) "Well, hello Janice Bacik."
Andrew - "Uhhh....yeah, mom, the Pope says hello; I don't know why he sounds like Frosty the Snowman."