So we're both going to hell
I could write about a plethora of things--the pre-birthday celebration of the Sox game, my newly-decided major, my fabulous weekend at home where I was spoiled, going out with my sisters on Saturday, nearly leaving my keys at home. But no, I choose to discuss how Nikki and I are going to hell.
My weekend home wasn't entirely fabulous, although I was spoiled. Somehow Stephanie always manages to ruin everything. I'm sure Princess is back at ISU very content with her life and pissing everyone off. Nikki and I needed a debriefing session after three consectutive days with her. Is it wrong that I wish her sleazy, drunk boyfriend would just impregnate her? Maybe just to see my parents' reaction upon learning that their perfect princess isn't quite so perfect? I think so, and that's why I'm going to hell. But Nikki will be right there with me so I don't really mind all that much. You would think the whole piss-drunk debacle after her high school graduation would have had some consequences, but I was punished more when I went to Baker's Square after school on a half day.
Sadly, that wasn't even the most upsetting aspect of this weekend. Two years ago on the 23rd my grandpa died. This just is just a crappy time of year for my family.
Now I must do my homework since I accomplished absolutely NOTHING this weekend and I decided watching Super Troopers would be better than doing homework. And Bonnie's yelling!
"Try shaving your legs in a giant tire." --Bonnie to her boyfriend
"It's Afganistanimation." --just one of the many lines from Super Troopers