"Should I go back to sleep??"
OK, Sunday, you know the drill.
Friday-Woke up, felt pretty decent, me and my sister went to the doctor, we got a shit ton of meds, then got some Taco Bell, then home. I packed up my shit and headed down to West Palm. I started feeling kinda shitty on the way down, kinda weak and my mind kept drifting. Not to where I was swerving, but it just seemed like I couldn't pay attention to driving, I'd be driving and no ones around me, drive some more, I look in my rear view and there's like 12 cars that seemed to have just came out of nowhere. It sucked. By the time I hit West Palm rush hour traffic I was feelin a bit dizzy and SO fucking hot. Like burning up and sweating terribly. Finally got to the home of the best girlfriend ever, sassy_mollassey, took my meds, which luckily I waited till I got down there to take because a few minutes later I got pretty dizzy and nauseous, then fell asleep for like an hour. Eventually I woke up and we watched Serendipity, which was such a great movie. John Cusack owns. One of those great romantic comedies that's funny and sweet and cute but not too much of a chick flick. I think after that we went to bed.
Saturday-Woke up, went to the mall with Jennie, Marie, and their Mom. We got to go shopping for me for the wedding next month. Why they ALL had to go, I don't know. It's not that I don't like them, I like them just fine, but too many opinions and whatnot. So, yeah, mall, Jennie and I got there first, looked around Macy's. Couldn't find a black button down in my size, apparently fat people aren't supposed to dress up, but we looked, couldn't find any, Marie and their Mom show up and Marie says they must have them and Jennie says we looked and she gets this whole atitude and is "well, I'm sure you didn't look hard enough, they must have some", she went and looked, nothing. So, HA. Every shirt we found had something wrong with it, I finally found one that fit and I somewhat liked, a plain red long sleeve button down, but it was like $60, so we had to pass. We then went to Dillards. First off, the guy there that helped us, Bert, is a complete idiot. Marie explans what we're looking for but we don't know my sizes(I'm used to s, m, l, xl, xxl, etc, not 16, 17, 18, etc) he looks at me for a second and gives my measurements and shit. He gathers some clothes and I go try them on, fit fine, except the sleeves were way short. The guy looked shocked and was "there's no way, the shirt must be marked wrong, I'm never wrong", OK, whatever. We find some more shirts, some don't fit, some have wrong designs, some have somethin else wrong, who knows. Also trying on pants, dude looks at me, tells me the size again, and, apparently, they were way too long, yeah, the dude REALLY knows his shit. I thought they were fine, but apparently I was wrong, try on a dozen or so other pairs of pants, found some good ones, but Marie says they're too tight around the waist, which I have no clue how she knows since she isn't me and wasn't wearing them, but apparently they were too tight. Oh yeah, by the way, I still felt like shit, dizzy, really hot, coughing, not so great and we spent like an hour trying shit on so far. We finally found a pair that "fit" although I think they're a bit big and a bit short everyone said they were fine, so fuck it. After about 15 pairs of pants and 5 shirts we leave with a dark red/magenta-ish button down long sleeve, which does look kind of pimp, and black dress pants. I still needed to get a black tie, but that was going to have to wait.
We finally leave, Jennie thinks I'm mad at her, but I wasn't, I was quiet and grumpy looking because I was insanely hot(and I HATE, more than ANYTHING, being really hot) and felt like crap. We then went and got milkshakes at Steak n Shake, which made me feel a bit better, then home. I fell asleep again(sorry babe) and Jennie watched TV. Jennie woke me up around 5:30 so we could get dinner, we went to some sports bar, I got boneless buffalo wings, as always, then we went to the movies with Marie and Greg and saw Robots. It was quite good, will definately have to buy it when it's out. Oh yeah, there was a trailer for Star Wars: Episode III: Revenge of the Sith before the movie(the main reason Greg wanted to go) and when it came on he actually fucking cried. He loves it that much. I mean, hell, I love Lord of the Rings, but a TRAILER never made me cry(nor has the opening title sequence, but apparantley Greg cries everytime the "a long time ago, in a galaxy far far away" part starts scroling). I finally had money this weekend and I got to treat Jennie to dinner and movie and all, it felt so good to finally treat her, I've felt like such a loser having to have her pay for almost everything. After the movies we headed to WAL*MART as I needed some jeans for work since my boss was bitching last week. So did that and got some snacks. On a sidenote I find it really odd that you can go all around a town and see plenty attractive people, but then you go to WAL*MART and 99% of the people there are disgusting toothless, dirty nasty people. It's funny. Anyway, went home, watched Finding Neverland then sleep.
Today-Woke up, dyed some eggs, which I haven't done in almost 10 years I'm sure. Showered then headed out to lunch with the family. We went to this italian place, Buco di Beppo, or sometin. Was pretty good, but wierd. Everything is served "family style", as in you order one thing and it serves about 6 people. That would never work for my family, we all like different shit, but we got some skettis and chicken parmigana. Very good, Ate ate ate, then home. Packed up my stuff and got ready to leave, ended up laying down and me and Jennie both fell asleep. Chilled a bit more, then went home. Drive drive drive. Got home, tv, tv, tv, and then updated. Now I'm gonna clean my room a bit then go to sleep. Out.
Friday-Woke up, felt pretty decent, me and my sister went to the doctor, we got a shit ton of meds, then got some Taco Bell, then home. I packed up my shit and headed down to West Palm. I started feeling kinda shitty on the way down, kinda weak and my mind kept drifting. Not to where I was swerving, but it just seemed like I couldn't pay attention to driving, I'd be driving and no ones around me, drive some more, I look in my rear view and there's like 12 cars that seemed to have just came out of nowhere. It sucked. By the time I hit West Palm rush hour traffic I was feelin a bit dizzy and SO fucking hot. Like burning up and sweating terribly. Finally got to the home of the best girlfriend ever, sassy_mollassey, took my meds, which luckily I waited till I got down there to take because a few minutes later I got pretty dizzy and nauseous, then fell asleep for like an hour. Eventually I woke up and we watched Serendipity, which was such a great movie. John Cusack owns. One of those great romantic comedies that's funny and sweet and cute but not too much of a chick flick. I think after that we went to bed.
Saturday-Woke up, went to the mall with Jennie, Marie, and their Mom. We got to go shopping for me for the wedding next month. Why they ALL had to go, I don't know. It's not that I don't like them, I like them just fine, but too many opinions and whatnot. So, yeah, mall, Jennie and I got there first, looked around Macy's. Couldn't find a black button down in my size, apparently fat people aren't supposed to dress up, but we looked, couldn't find any, Marie and their Mom show up and Marie says they must have them and Jennie says we looked and she gets this whole atitude and is "well, I'm sure you didn't look hard enough, they must have some", she went and looked, nothing. So, HA. Every shirt we found had something wrong with it, I finally found one that fit and I somewhat liked, a plain red long sleeve button down, but it was like $60, so we had to pass. We then went to Dillards. First off, the guy there that helped us, Bert, is a complete idiot. Marie explans what we're looking for but we don't know my sizes(I'm used to s, m, l, xl, xxl, etc, not 16, 17, 18, etc) he looks at me for a second and gives my measurements and shit. He gathers some clothes and I go try them on, fit fine, except the sleeves were way short. The guy looked shocked and was "there's no way, the shirt must be marked wrong, I'm never wrong", OK, whatever. We find some more shirts, some don't fit, some have wrong designs, some have somethin else wrong, who knows. Also trying on pants, dude looks at me, tells me the size again, and, apparently, they were way too long, yeah, the dude REALLY knows his shit. I thought they were fine, but apparently I was wrong, try on a dozen or so other pairs of pants, found some good ones, but Marie says they're too tight around the waist, which I have no clue how she knows since she isn't me and wasn't wearing them, but apparently they were too tight. Oh yeah, by the way, I still felt like shit, dizzy, really hot, coughing, not so great and we spent like an hour trying shit on so far. We finally found a pair that "fit" although I think they're a bit big and a bit short everyone said they were fine, so fuck it. After about 15 pairs of pants and 5 shirts we leave with a dark red/magenta-ish button down long sleeve, which does look kind of pimp, and black dress pants. I still needed to get a black tie, but that was going to have to wait.
We finally leave, Jennie thinks I'm mad at her, but I wasn't, I was quiet and grumpy looking because I was insanely hot(and I HATE, more than ANYTHING, being really hot) and felt like crap. We then went and got milkshakes at Steak n Shake, which made me feel a bit better, then home. I fell asleep again(sorry babe) and Jennie watched TV. Jennie woke me up around 5:30 so we could get dinner, we went to some sports bar, I got boneless buffalo wings, as always, then we went to the movies with Marie and Greg and saw Robots. It was quite good, will definately have to buy it when it's out. Oh yeah, there was a trailer for Star Wars: Episode III: Revenge of the Sith before the movie(the main reason Greg wanted to go) and when it came on he actually fucking cried. He loves it that much. I mean, hell, I love Lord of the Rings, but a TRAILER never made me cry(nor has the opening title sequence, but apparantley Greg cries everytime the "a long time ago, in a galaxy far far away" part starts scroling). I finally had money this weekend and I got to treat Jennie to dinner and movie and all, it felt so good to finally treat her, I've felt like such a loser having to have her pay for almost everything. After the movies we headed to WAL*MART as I needed some jeans for work since my boss was bitching last week. So did that and got some snacks. On a sidenote I find it really odd that you can go all around a town and see plenty attractive people, but then you go to WAL*MART and 99% of the people there are disgusting toothless, dirty nasty people. It's funny. Anyway, went home, watched Finding Neverland then sleep.
Today-Woke up, dyed some eggs, which I haven't done in almost 10 years I'm sure. Showered then headed out to lunch with the family. We went to this italian place, Buco di Beppo, or sometin. Was pretty good, but wierd. Everything is served "family style", as in you order one thing and it serves about 6 people. That would never work for my family, we all like different shit, but we got some skettis and chicken parmigana. Very good, Ate ate ate, then home. Packed up my stuff and got ready to leave, ended up laying down and me and Jennie both fell asleep. Chilled a bit more, then went home. Drive drive drive. Got home, tv, tv, tv, and then updated. Now I'm gonna clean my room a bit then go to sleep. Out.