I must have robbed them of their cause.
Mosch invited me along to the Relay for Life thinger the other night, and I had no clue what it was, and Mosch sucks at describing events, heh, so I had no idea I was to be there the entire night. But it was fun as hell, if not funny as hell. We bought tarps at Eckerd as Erica [Dean] entertained... Mosch was especially fond of it all and it was funny. We walked around a bit, feet killed... and Paul disappears all the time. Soccer should be played with your hands because of those who can't use their legs, and Tortilla chips shouldn't be Lime flavored, but they should, it's fascinating. Mosch and I were outcasts of the DeSales camp, but it just proved more entertaining when we were there. We didn't sleep, but who did really? Keaton showed up with Sean... and... and Sean and he was thouroughly funny, and Sean hates me, or doesn't hate me... couldn't tell. It made me sad though. ;_; Hehe.. I saw Paul's sister. The End.
Tease this amputation. Slept a little.. went to Watertown for absolutely no reason and saw my grandmother, and it just lessened the amount of sleep I'd get in those past couple of days as I had to get up at 5.. >.< It pissed me off, but oh well.. ate some good food, but no sub, which made me sad. *Really loves the subs they sell at Jrecks up in that* Pointless.. so pointless, to not even get a sub... Did nothing and some more nothing... and today Keaton invited me to Nicholas's Kindergarden Graduation which I most graciously attended. Very cute, and funny. I can't wait to make "Big Dogs" into a kid show with Grrrandalf the White (Mosch) and his.. umm.. robe stylings. And Cortland will be the advisor dinosaur. Keaton will play the guitar and I don't think I ever got a part, but the drinks were blue, and the Rice Crispy Treats sucked, and it was all very fun. I ate one hot dog at Keatons, but not two because my mother came and Mr. Ventura decided just in time that I wasn't staying. I haven't spent the night there... or anywhere really... for a long time, but a very long time at his house. Lazerous threw the party. I haven't done much since then, but I have had the task of doing the dishes just about all day, but I am so put off from the idea, and I don't understand why. Everytime I go to do them.. I look at them, get pissed off and fume over my hatred for them, and then go off and do something ackward. I laid on my livingroom floor sprawled out, face flat, staring into my entertainment center in deep though, and I laid there motionless for about a half an hour before someone interupted me and I murdered my cat... my cat is like the Terminator, just look. O.O Heh... so cheap and effective... but I left the circular spectacle looking flare on it because I'm lazy and cheap.. could have just filled his eyes in. :P Oh well... Gleomyr needs help calling a GM, let's throw him. Damnit, I don't want to do the dishes. *Tear* But I wouldn't mind sleeping. They call it a wasteland, they call it a wasteland baby.