mailboxes
today was boring. we thought we were having people over for dinner, so we got woken up early (11:30 haha) to do lots of chores. we cleaned the whole downstairs, my room and the bathroom. it sucked. then when we were done my dad started being whiny and said he was too sick to have people over(he has a teeny cold.) soo we did all that work for nothing at all. then we got bored so we decided to walk down to stats to buy stuff to paint or do fun crafty things with crafty shit. sooo we ended up buying mini mailboxes, paint, sparkles, and 30 balloons. i really like balloons and i thought it would be cool to just have 30 balloons lying around so i decided that they would be a wonderful invesment. the walk there was really horrible though. these guys would like pull over and honk and be like " ay ay ay!" "or hey ladies need a ride?" one really creepy guy just said "hey" and he blew a kiss..eww. those weren't the worst ones though. this one really old asian guy looked at us, nodded, and smiled in a really creepy seductive way. it was gross but hillarious. well then we came home and painted the mailboxes. my cousin told me we would each blow up 15 balloons. i ended up blowing up 22 and she did 8. i got really winded and it was funny. then a HUGE box of paint supplies fell on my head and that was funnier. then we pretty much just sat around, i watched the daily show and now i am writing this so i can entertain myself in about a minute for about 2 minutes because i know no one reads this. does that make me a loser? yes. do i wear that label proud? definetly.