Vacation?
So I've had a crazy week. The only time I've actually enjoyed has been the time I've spent with my friends (Celia, Derek, Tristan), and it hasn't been that much. Anyway. My dad broke his leg on Christmas Eve when he slipped at work. I finally got home, but then decided it was prudent that I visit my father in the near future. I went shopping with Celia the 26th, and visited Derek and Tristan. Hooray. On Saturday my stepdad took me up to my dad's house. Four words: Crazy Samoan Church Service. It was weird. So don't ask. I came back on Sunday, and spent about 2 hours trying to fix our internet connection. Thank god I was able to contact a fairly intelligent tech support person.. Highlight of the day: Derek called. This morning I woke up to about 3 inches of snow. I got my cast off. Alot of my skin went with it. Ew. So, Dear Fucking Diary, I'm a cold, wet cranky leper. Want to hold hands?