BLTH
CYCLE GEAR DOES NOT CLOSE AT SIX!! I drove eighty miles an hour every other five meters from Troy to lemon/orangethorpe. 6:55-7:04. That's a freaking world record considering that traffic was an absolute horror. I thank my father for bestowing such intense pressure upon me. My life now revolves around doing other peoples' mundane tasks. The reason I had to lightning flash myself to cycle gear: pick up my dad's motorcycle boots.
My brother and I pigged out on deltaco taco tuesday tacos. I haven't given up on cooking, I just needed a break. Maintaining a clean house, washing the dishes, doing the laundry, going to practice everyday until five thirty, studying/doing homework, running errands such as grocery shopping, picking up my brother, and picking up motorcycle boots, has gotten to be a bit too much for me. After the mom left, I was excited about the prospect of playing mommy, but I was soon overwhelmed by tackling all these chores by myself. I live with the two most selfish guys on the planet and they overlook the fact that I have a ton of stuff to do already. JUST BECAUSE I'M A GIRL DOESN'T MEAN THAT I'M GOING TO PICK UP AFTER YOU! damn the system.
things to remember:
11/17/05: Alaine's birthday and senior pic appointment
11/18/05: Diana's birthday
11/19/05: Best Buddies Social, Damn Yankees practice 9-5
my userpic is so small.
I was lucky that I spotted the lead singer of the lovely feathers after the metric show. You can't tell from the picture, but I am secretly hyperventilating. speaking of metric:
okay. that's enough. more pictures @-> http://photobucket.com/albums/d176/ilovetommietoes/ . too bad i couldn't take pictures at the death cab show. The wiltern forbids cameras.