Good morning
Last night after work I crashed at about 7:00 and I didn't wake up til 8:40 this morning. I SO needed that. Today I think I have plans with Kari and Donna at 10:00, but I honestly can't remember what we're doing, so I'm going to get ready anyway and see what happens. I had a really great weekend. Work, of course, wasn't the best thing in the world. Bagging popcorn for four straight hours isn't my idea of a good time, but money is a good incentive. It's sad when the only excitement is that a girl gave out frozen lemonade in large lemonade cups because she's stupid and doesn't realize that the cups are CLEAR. It's kind of exciting because we know who it is, but we can't exactly prove it, so Dawn wants us to give her a hard time and be like, "Yeah, we're all getting written up until this person confesses." Ha, I can't wait. The good parts of this weekend were hanging out with my friend Andy Schnieders from church. Both nights I wasn't going to do anything because I had work the next day, one of the nights I was actually in my pjs and had pulled out my summer reading, but he called me and was like, "I'm bored, let's hang out." So Friday night we watched Hide and Seek (it sucked by the way) and Sunday we went and saw Wedding Crashers. That was a freakin hilarious movie! I didn't think I was going to like it at all, but ya'll totally have to go see it. "I'm going to be up in my room, painting...HOMO THINGS!" Lol, man, you have to see it. I totally wish that I had gotten to become good friends with Andy before I have a month left in San Antonio, but he said he's going to dedicate this month to me, which is really exciting, so I can't wait. He took me to the Shisha Cafe on Babcock and Eckhert. I'm actually kind of surprised that I tried it, but after three different flavors I decided that hookah really isn't my thing. In case ya'll are getting worried, hookah is NOT another name for pot, it's an arabic water pipe that doesn't have any tabacco or nicotine in it, so it's not bad for you. It's also not a mind alterant (is that a word?). It's just smoking flavored water. Like, I said, it's not really my thing, but if you're into it, go ahead. It's supposed to be like an oxygen bar type of feel, so I guess it's supposed to be relaxing, but I just felt like I was breathing in a camp fire. I love that we had an hour and a half conversation about chastity one night and then just chilling (ha, it sounds funny with the added "g") and talking about life in general the other night. He can be really deep. Man, I can't wait for the rest of my life.