Is that a lightsaber in your pants or are you just happy to see me?
It's a lightsaber, you fucking skank.
.. Amy, you're such a friend. :)
Trippy weekend. Trippy long weekend. Fete at Amy's on Friday night, to celebrate the P.A day and her Super Nintendo. Relatively small, attendance-wise. About 10 people, who hung out, drank red rum (RED RUM!!!), and played Super-Duper Nintendo. And went to Tim's (THE place to be) and tested Luke's driving abilities in the newly fallen snow.
Friday night ended at 4:30 am, and Saturday morning started at 5:30 am, when I awoke from my very fulfilling one hour of sleep to go to my dad's family Christmas. NEVER attend a family Christmas hung over on one hour's sleep. The only bad part was trying to sleep in my dad's truck. I was sitting in the front, because my dad is a bit of an idiot and bought a truck when he has four children, and had to scrounch down in order to rest my head on something that wasn't my father or my step-mum's shoulder. There was also, of course, the highly enjoyable bus ride from Peterborough to Scarborough, then the truck ride from Scarborough to Port Perry, then reverse. All in one glorious day.
The bus driver for the ride back to Peterborough didn't know where the Greyhound station in Peterborough was, and had to have the six passengers abord give him directions there. Greyhound buses rock my socks.
After returning home I took another shower because I could still smell cigarettes in my hair and peach Schnapps in my mouth. And went over to Amy's house, to play more Super Duper Nintendo. And then was picked up from Amy's house by Nelson to go to yet another Tim Hortons ('cause we're happenin' like that) and to experience a murder mystery involving an air pump, a car wash, some scary country music and a high pitched scream. Ooh! And three thrilling rides down Armour Hill in a broken sled!!
From there it was off to pick up Jess, and then meet Luke at Nelson's to watch Deuce Bigalow: European Gigilo. Then Jess left, and we watched Fantastic Four. And drank more peach Schnapps (which is all I can taste when I burp, by the by). Then we watched Mr and Mrs. Smith, with the subtitles on, because it's obviously easier to read when you're drunk than it is to listen. More peach Schnapps and a game of Truth or Dare (which quickly became a game of Truth, as we were too lazy/spinn-y to move), Amy passed out, and Luke, Nelson and I sat around, talking and melting in the overly hot basement.
7 am rolled around, and we were still awake, so Nelson forced us into sleep, which was apparently difficult with four people on one pull-out couch. Especially when it's morbidly hot. And when you're squished between two boys. Luckily, Luke got kicked off the bed and onto the other couch for talking too much about being Clark Kent.
A few hours later, Nelson awoke and remembered that he had to go to work, so he gave Amy and I a ride home, where I promptly jumped into the shower, slightly overwhelmed by the smell of fire in my hair, and then brushed my teeth for a very long time. Followed by an attempt to finish my English ISU book (all 875 pages) which were not successful in the least.
So now it is Sunday night, and I feel SICK. And I am SO not done my book. Or my other homework. And grad photos are on Tuesday, as is my haircut (I get to miss school to get a hair cut - boo ya). But I have 150$ in Christmas money, and am going shopping tomorrow. So put that in your pipe and smoke it.
.. Amy, you're such a friend. :)
Trippy weekend. Trippy long weekend. Fete at Amy's on Friday night, to celebrate the P.A day and her Super Nintendo. Relatively small, attendance-wise. About 10 people, who hung out, drank red rum (RED RUM!!!), and played Super-Duper Nintendo. And went to Tim's (THE place to be) and tested Luke's driving abilities in the newly fallen snow.
Friday night ended at 4:30 am, and Saturday morning started at 5:30 am, when I awoke from my very fulfilling one hour of sleep to go to my dad's family Christmas. NEVER attend a family Christmas hung over on one hour's sleep. The only bad part was trying to sleep in my dad's truck. I was sitting in the front, because my dad is a bit of an idiot and bought a truck when he has four children, and had to scrounch down in order to rest my head on something that wasn't my father or my step-mum's shoulder. There was also, of course, the highly enjoyable bus ride from Peterborough to Scarborough, then the truck ride from Scarborough to Port Perry, then reverse. All in one glorious day.
The bus driver for the ride back to Peterborough didn't know where the Greyhound station in Peterborough was, and had to have the six passengers abord give him directions there. Greyhound buses rock my socks.
After returning home I took another shower because I could still smell cigarettes in my hair and peach Schnapps in my mouth. And went over to Amy's house, to play more Super Duper Nintendo. And then was picked up from Amy's house by Nelson to go to yet another Tim Hortons ('cause we're happenin' like that) and to experience a murder mystery involving an air pump, a car wash, some scary country music and a high pitched scream. Ooh! And three thrilling rides down Armour Hill in a broken sled!!
From there it was off to pick up Jess, and then meet Luke at Nelson's to watch Deuce Bigalow: European Gigilo. Then Jess left, and we watched Fantastic Four. And drank more peach Schnapps (which is all I can taste when I burp, by the by). Then we watched Mr and Mrs. Smith, with the subtitles on, because it's obviously easier to read when you're drunk than it is to listen. More peach Schnapps and a game of Truth or Dare (which quickly became a game of Truth, as we were too lazy/spinn-y to move), Amy passed out, and Luke, Nelson and I sat around, talking and melting in the overly hot basement.
7 am rolled around, and we were still awake, so Nelson forced us into sleep, which was apparently difficult with four people on one pull-out couch. Especially when it's morbidly hot. And when you're squished between two boys. Luckily, Luke got kicked off the bed and onto the other couch for talking too much about being Clark Kent.
A few hours later, Nelson awoke and remembered that he had to go to work, so he gave Amy and I a ride home, where I promptly jumped into the shower, slightly overwhelmed by the smell of fire in my hair, and then brushed my teeth for a very long time. Followed by an attempt to finish my English ISU book (all 875 pages) which were not successful in the least.
So now it is Sunday night, and I feel SICK. And I am SO not done my book. Or my other homework. And grad photos are on Tuesday, as is my haircut (I get to miss school to get a hair cut - boo ya). But I have 150$ in Christmas money, and am going shopping tomorrow. So put that in your pipe and smoke it.