we've always been at war with oceania
Sam came over! I had warned her she couldn't just simply walk in, because of the evil that did not sleep, so she dressed in white and brought her two parents along, which was a little over-the-top, but very relieving. I shall tell you later why.
Our friend Sasha needed my old crib for her thesis short film, so Sam ended up picking it up, and after being forewarned, I got the crib ready, sold her to my parents (which was hard, because my mom once saw a picture of her and commented that she looked native, which did not really bode well for Sam). THANKFULLY my dad used to play ball with Sam's dad, so they saw each other and started reminiscing about prehistoric times, and all the tension completely dissipated, thank god.
Unfortunately, Satan and Sam's mom think alike. As the dads were tying the crib to the pickup truck:
SATAN: is your daughter in film?
SAM'S MOM: why yes, and your son? SATAN: yes >_>
SAM'S MOM: i wonder about their futures :(
SATAN: they never listen to us :((
SAM: um we're still here :|
JOSEPH: gee i love film! :D
Bitches. Right after they left, Sam texted me that our moms should never see each other again or they'd start bonding. What a terrifying thought. Groupthink will unite our mothers.
When Sam left, I was telling Nel how Sam told me my house scared her because it was big and sinister and dark, and then Satan emerged from the shadows (a corner somewhere where she was lurking, clearly to catch me unawares) and insisted that it was because I was feeding Sam "horror stories" about my family life, and I was like, excuse me, that's the only kind of story I have anyway.
And my cousin Benito, who lives in Hong Kong, randomly sent me an 8 gig iPod nano. I've been incoherent. I named her Consuelo.
What a weird night.
Our friend Sasha needed my old crib for her thesis short film, so Sam ended up picking it up, and after being forewarned, I got the crib ready, sold her to my parents (which was hard, because my mom once saw a picture of her and commented that she looked native, which did not really bode well for Sam). THANKFULLY my dad used to play ball with Sam's dad, so they saw each other and started reminiscing about prehistoric times, and all the tension completely dissipated, thank god.
Unfortunately, Satan and Sam's mom think alike. As the dads were tying the crib to the pickup truck:
SATAN: is your daughter in film?
SAM'S MOM: why yes, and your son? SATAN: yes >_>
SAM'S MOM: i wonder about their futures :(
SATAN: they never listen to us :((
SAM: um we're still here :|
JOSEPH: gee i love film! :D
Bitches. Right after they left, Sam texted me that our moms should never see each other again or they'd start bonding. What a terrifying thought. Groupthink will unite our mothers.
When Sam left, I was telling Nel how Sam told me my house scared her because it was big and sinister and dark, and then Satan emerged from the shadows (a corner somewhere where she was lurking, clearly to catch me unawares) and insisted that it was because I was feeding Sam "horror stories" about my family life, and I was like, excuse me, that's the only kind of story I have anyway.
And my cousin Benito, who lives in Hong Kong, randomly sent me an 8 gig iPod nano. I've been incoherent. I named her Consuelo.
What a weird night.