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Brother: Hello?
Me: Hey, what's up.
Brother: I'm pooping.
Me: Eew!! I'll call you back!!
Brother: K, call me in 5.
Yuck. But after, that he pulled through pretty well.
He suggested explaining that when a group of friends and I were hanging out, a friend of a friend offered, and we split costs for 3 bottles, and I've been keeping them, so we can drink a bit and not have to go to fucking btown highschool parties to get our kicks.
Makes sense, kind of right? and I'm not specifically incriminating anyone, and if mom wants to guess which friends, I can say I don't want to say, and she should be...accepting of that, after a bit of trying to get it out of me.
I don't like the idea of my parents being suspicious when I hang out with any group of friends this summer, and I'm my mom's not going to leave the booze in my possession, but we'll see how the conversation goes. She might not even ask about it after today's email of niceness and momness.
I emailed the Edgewater Wellness Clinic with what I think was a pretty good email, so I hope they are in need of receptionist type people, and get back to me this week. Also, I'll be applying to more campus jobs on the DePaul website because it seems to be updated fairly often, which is nice.
Anybody heard that audio clip from the set of the new Terminator where Christian Bale goes off on someone who ruined a take? In his John Conner accent? Well there was a bit of -ehr at the end of "idea" ("Do you have any ideaehr...") Fucking TMZ leaked it, I think, so I'm going to wait and see what happens with it before ripping down the CBale portrait Madeleine drew me. Kidding. Who the fuck cares.
I love him.
I'll be finishing my Minority Report paper in the library tonight (thanks again for the help, baney), and taking a walk down to the Nature Conservatory--this time in pretty good spirits.
You all doing well? Doing crappy? Looking forward to or dreading anything this week?
Me: Hey, what's up.
Brother: I'm pooping.
Me: Eew!! I'll call you back!!
Brother: K, call me in 5.
Yuck. But after, that he pulled through pretty well.
He suggested explaining that when a group of friends and I were hanging out, a friend of a friend offered, and we split costs for 3 bottles, and I've been keeping them, so we can drink a bit and not have to go to fucking btown highschool parties to get our kicks.
Makes sense, kind of right? and I'm not specifically incriminating anyone, and if mom wants to guess which friends, I can say I don't want to say, and she should be...accepting of that, after a bit of trying to get it out of me.
I don't like the idea of my parents being suspicious when I hang out with any group of friends this summer, and I'm my mom's not going to leave the booze in my possession, but we'll see how the conversation goes. She might not even ask about it after today's email of niceness and momness.
I emailed the Edgewater Wellness Clinic with what I think was a pretty good email, so I hope they are in need of receptionist type people, and get back to me this week. Also, I'll be applying to more campus jobs on the DePaul website because it seems to be updated fairly often, which is nice.
Anybody heard that audio clip from the set of the new Terminator where Christian Bale goes off on someone who ruined a take? In his John Conner accent? Well there was a bit of -ehr at the end of "idea" ("Do you have any ideaehr...") Fucking TMZ leaked it, I think, so I'm going to wait and see what happens with it before ripping down the CBale portrait Madeleine drew me. Kidding. Who the fuck cares.
I love him.
I'll be finishing my Minority Report paper in the library tonight (thanks again for the help, baney), and taking a walk down to the Nature Conservatory--this time in pretty good spirits.
You all doing well? Doing crappy? Looking forward to or dreading anything this week?