To improve their image with the budding avant-garde.
For my dad's birthday, we went to some new shopping center out in Bolingbrook called the Promenade. You may have heard of the Stacy Peterson case on the news and that's the town they're talking about. Every store had a poster with her information on it and it was really sad. I hope they find her soon.
The store we spent the most time in was the Bass Pro Shop, which is an extremely strange place. First, we ate in the restaurant attached to it which is a replica of one in the Keys. The food was awesome. After that, we wandered around the store for hours. For the first time in my life, I held a gun. Rifles aren't all that heavy, as it turns out. I still think that gun control is a good thing, but I'm changing my mind about how I feel about hunting. I've done a lot of research lately and discovered that hunters actually do a lot more to help the environment than one would think and a lot more than the average person. I'm not talking about the ones that go out and shoot endangered species; I'm talking about the ones that hunt in the appropriate season. Anyway, I'm not going to take up the sport, but I thought it was kind of interesting.
Starting Friday night and continuing into the rest of this weekend, I've been so emotional and depressed and just out of it. I started crying over a missing sock, for fuck's sake. Even though I knew that it was because my period was coming soon, I kept panicking and thinking that my meds weren't working anymore and I'd have to go back to the hospital. So I spent most of Saturday lying in bed watching Prison Break. Today, my mom dragged me out of the house to work out and I've felt a bit better ever since.
We've been working on our holiday cards. Last chance, people, give me your address HERE.
I have an idea for a Prison Break fic. Sigh, Wentworth Miller.
Dear Santa...
Dear Santa,
This year I've been busy!
In June I ate my brussel sprouts (1 points). In March I ruled Duluth, Minnesota as a cruel and heartless dictator (-700 points). Last Tuesday I turned firewalkwithme in for littering (3 points). Last Wednesday I farted in an elevator (-6 points). In July I helped cutsyou hide a body (-173 points).
Overall, I've been naughty (-875 points). For Christmas I deserve a moldy sandwich!
Sincerely,
blissblar
The store we spent the most time in was the Bass Pro Shop, which is an extremely strange place. First, we ate in the restaurant attached to it which is a replica of one in the Keys. The food was awesome. After that, we wandered around the store for hours. For the first time in my life, I held a gun. Rifles aren't all that heavy, as it turns out. I still think that gun control is a good thing, but I'm changing my mind about how I feel about hunting. I've done a lot of research lately and discovered that hunters actually do a lot more to help the environment than one would think and a lot more than the average person. I'm not talking about the ones that go out and shoot endangered species; I'm talking about the ones that hunt in the appropriate season. Anyway, I'm not going to take up the sport, but I thought it was kind of interesting.
Starting Friday night and continuing into the rest of this weekend, I've been so emotional and depressed and just out of it. I started crying over a missing sock, for fuck's sake. Even though I knew that it was because my period was coming soon, I kept panicking and thinking that my meds weren't working anymore and I'd have to go back to the hospital. So I spent most of Saturday lying in bed watching Prison Break. Today, my mom dragged me out of the house to work out and I've felt a bit better ever since.
We've been working on our holiday cards. Last chance, people, give me your address HERE.
I have an idea for a Prison Break fic. Sigh, Wentworth Miller.
Dear Santa...
Dear Santa,
This year I've been busy!
In June I ate my brussel sprouts (1 points). In March I ruled Duluth, Minnesota as a cruel and heartless dictator (-700 points). Last Tuesday I turned firewalkwithme in for littering (3 points). Last Wednesday I farted in an elevator (-6 points). In July I helped cutsyou hide a body (-173 points).
Overall, I've been naughty (-875 points). For Christmas I deserve a moldy sandwich!
Sincerely,
blissblar