ROAD TRIP!
mean girls is an amazing movie.
saturday seemed like a good day to drive to tuscon. and it was. the people in tuscon are the epitome of class. the FAT epitome of class. gp would not approve of their lifestyle. but i was highly amused watching one very large boy gobble (there is not other word to describe what he was doing other than "gobble") down a 1/2 pound cheeseburger.
indian fry bread it good. with powdered sugar. apparently in tuscon, it is eaten with sugar, honey, and CHEESE. alltogether. atonetime. YUM.
i love the format and their dirty, unkempt, i-never-shower-but-i-am-still-somehow-extremely-attractive ways. so so much.
some people turn into 5-year-olds when they do not get what they want to eat when they want it. hysterical 5-year-olds that like the burp. LOUDLY and JUICILY. and demand extreme sausage sandwiches. LOUDLY and INSISTENTLY. and criticize the driver from the backseat. LOUDLY and EXCESSIVELY. and stick their feet out car windows and insist on calling the navigator "bitch" and ask "who asked you, bitch?" when she tried to direct us back to the safety that is north scottsdale. [hahaha i boob you roomie!]
i like overly friendly oregano's waiters:
"where'd you guys come from?!" ::happy::
"are those tattoos REAL?!" ::happy::
"i burnt your cheesy bread!" ::happy::
i'm not studying for math at all. i hope i don't get a c. if i do this is who i will blame shamelessly:
juspeachy314 [9:43 PM]: youll do fine
juspeachy314 [9:43 PM]: its really not hard
sorry this is so random.
two more days of school! wowee zowee we are so old. i cried about it today. and then i made my mom fix my senior poster. :o)
please pray for amanda.
saturday seemed like a good day to drive to tuscon. and it was. the people in tuscon are the epitome of class. the FAT epitome of class. gp would not approve of their lifestyle. but i was highly amused watching one very large boy gobble (there is not other word to describe what he was doing other than "gobble") down a 1/2 pound cheeseburger.
indian fry bread it good. with powdered sugar. apparently in tuscon, it is eaten with sugar, honey, and CHEESE. alltogether. atonetime. YUM.
i love the format and their dirty, unkempt, i-never-shower-but-i-am-still-somehow-extremely-attractive ways. so so much.
some people turn into 5-year-olds when they do not get what they want to eat when they want it. hysterical 5-year-olds that like the burp. LOUDLY and JUICILY. and demand extreme sausage sandwiches. LOUDLY and INSISTENTLY. and criticize the driver from the backseat. LOUDLY and EXCESSIVELY. and stick their feet out car windows and insist on calling the navigator "bitch" and ask "who asked you, bitch?" when she tried to direct us back to the safety that is north scottsdale. [hahaha i boob you roomie!]
i like overly friendly oregano's waiters:
"where'd you guys come from?!" ::happy::
"are those tattoos REAL?!" ::happy::
"i burnt your cheesy bread!" ::happy::
i'm not studying for math at all. i hope i don't get a c. if i do this is who i will blame shamelessly:
juspeachy314 [9:43 PM]: youll do fine
juspeachy314 [9:43 PM]: its really not hard
sorry this is so random.
two more days of school! wowee zowee we are so old. i cried about it today. and then i made my mom fix my senior poster. :o)
please pray for amanda.