Y'all know what it is, and if you don't, you should by now.
Missing swim tonight.
Instead, I get to go out for chicken with my grandparents and my mom's cousin.
Honestly, this cuts in to the time I was going to spend painting, but you know what? I'm not going to complain. I am not going to complain at all. I'm going to show up very excited for this, and I'll just dazzle them all with my sheer enthusiasm for chicken. Really.
It's okay though - because my mom's cousins are interesting. They're both ex FBI/Secret Service agents, which is pretty sweet...something tells me I probably shouldn't announce that sort of thing to the world on the internet, but then, it's not like any of you actually know who I'm talking about, as widely read as this whole thing is...ahaha.
Then, I guess I come home, work out, and then go to bed? Maybe I'll have time to like...plan something to paint. I guess. Hm.
Well, I can paint on Saturday.
...No, actually - lies. I can't paint on Saturday. Maybe Sunday. I don't know. Sooner or later.
Whatever.
Innnnnn other news. I'm excited for tomorrow. And I think my sunburn's better - isn't that just lovely? I do find it incredibly lovely. It's also Jake's birthday today. Happy birthday, Jake. You're officially 11.
That's sort of a weird thought.
Like, next year he'll be twelve. And then thirteen. And then, like, a teenager. Which will be so weird, because then he won't seem like my little baby brother anymore. Maybe I'll miss that.
He was sick yesterday; I think he's better now, but I'm really not positive. He was having night terrors, last night. I woke up at around 11:30, to him walking around upstairs, mumbling to himself "it's okay, you guys, it's okay. I'm not dead. I'm not dead."
Lol I was a little creeped out. I kind of wanted to get up and shake him out of it, but then I figured he's got it. I mean, he wasn't dead, after all.
That's always a plus.
Hmmmmm it should be tomorrow. Today.
But then again, tomorrow never really comes, does it? So in reality, I'm not excited for tomorrow, I'm excited for May 27th, which at the current moment in time happens to be in the position of "tomorrow". To be very technical.
"Worrying is stupid. It's like walking around with an umbrella, waiting for it to rain."
Instead, I get to go out for chicken with my grandparents and my mom's cousin.
Honestly, this cuts in to the time I was going to spend painting, but you know what? I'm not going to complain. I am not going to complain at all. I'm going to show up very excited for this, and I'll just dazzle them all with my sheer enthusiasm for chicken. Really.
It's okay though - because my mom's cousins are interesting. They're both ex FBI/Secret Service agents, which is pretty sweet...something tells me I probably shouldn't announce that sort of thing to the world on the internet, but then, it's not like any of you actually know who I'm talking about, as widely read as this whole thing is...ahaha.
Then, I guess I come home, work out, and then go to bed? Maybe I'll have time to like...plan something to paint. I guess. Hm.
Well, I can paint on Saturday.
...No, actually - lies. I can't paint on Saturday. Maybe Sunday. I don't know. Sooner or later.
Whatever.
Innnnnn other news. I'm excited for tomorrow. And I think my sunburn's better - isn't that just lovely? I do find it incredibly lovely. It's also Jake's birthday today. Happy birthday, Jake. You're officially 11.
That's sort of a weird thought.
Like, next year he'll be twelve. And then thirteen. And then, like, a teenager. Which will be so weird, because then he won't seem like my little baby brother anymore. Maybe I'll miss that.
He was sick yesterday; I think he's better now, but I'm really not positive. He was having night terrors, last night. I woke up at around 11:30, to him walking around upstairs, mumbling to himself "it's okay, you guys, it's okay. I'm not dead. I'm not dead."
Lol I was a little creeped out. I kind of wanted to get up and shake him out of it, but then I figured he's got it. I mean, he wasn't dead, after all.
That's always a plus.
Hmmmmm it should be tomorrow. Today.
But then again, tomorrow never really comes, does it? So in reality, I'm not excited for tomorrow, I'm excited for May 27th, which at the current moment in time happens to be in the position of "tomorrow". To be very technical.
"Worrying is stupid. It's like walking around with an umbrella, waiting for it to rain."