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So I'm bored at work and thought I'd update. Plus, my boss isn't in until 10 and the office is dead -- except pour moi.
I think my work is blocking myspace. BOOOO! Bastards. Gar!
Everyone knows I got a fancy digital camera over the weekend. I can take movies with sound on it. Yay! I felt all special until my brother told me he spent $7-800 on his camera. Oh. I spent...like, $300. Gar. Hey, I still like it. And now I've got a nifty Kenneth Cole Reaction case for it. Woohoo for random Best Buy gift certificates. They're as cool as the Victoria Secret gift certificates my brother keeps getting in the mail (which I keep confiscating!).
I was all manly over the weekend. My dad made me do yard work. I HATE yardwork. Blech. But I guess this wasn't THAT bad. Not like digging up weeds or anything. I pulled down trees. With my bare hands. Well, laurel hedges, and if you've seen those, they are freaking monsters -- so they're like trees. I'm a freaking lumberjack.
I want my passport back. Argh. I just get anxious having it not in my posession. I don't care if it's in the British Consulate. IIII don't have it.
Speaking of England, my uncle has friends in Scotland that he is going to give me the info for/them info so I can visit. My uncle John rocks. He's not related by blood or anything -- he was married to my aunt that died last year :( -- but he's practically the closest relative outside my grandmas. He lives in Arizona so I don't get to see him, but my brother gave me his email, so at least I'll be able to talk to him that way.
My great-grandma is turning 95 on Friday. I must say, there is a dearth of great-grandma-birthday-cards. I found one. And it was lame. She isn't doing so well. I guess her back is really screwed up. :( My mom is going to try and see her, but alas, I can't. Bummer.
I get to see Victor (oh yah, and the rest of you) next weekend. Woo! Fun times.
I think my work is blocking myspace. BOOOO! Bastards. Gar!
Everyone knows I got a fancy digital camera over the weekend. I can take movies with sound on it. Yay! I felt all special until my brother told me he spent $7-800 on his camera. Oh. I spent...like, $300. Gar. Hey, I still like it. And now I've got a nifty Kenneth Cole Reaction case for it. Woohoo for random Best Buy gift certificates. They're as cool as the Victoria Secret gift certificates my brother keeps getting in the mail (which I keep confiscating!).
I was all manly over the weekend. My dad made me do yard work. I HATE yardwork. Blech. But I guess this wasn't THAT bad. Not like digging up weeds or anything. I pulled down trees. With my bare hands. Well, laurel hedges, and if you've seen those, they are freaking monsters -- so they're like trees. I'm a freaking lumberjack.
I want my passport back. Argh. I just get anxious having it not in my posession. I don't care if it's in the British Consulate. IIII don't have it.
Speaking of England, my uncle has friends in Scotland that he is going to give me the info for/them info so I can visit. My uncle John rocks. He's not related by blood or anything -- he was married to my aunt that died last year :( -- but he's practically the closest relative outside my grandmas. He lives in Arizona so I don't get to see him, but my brother gave me his email, so at least I'll be able to talk to him that way.
My great-grandma is turning 95 on Friday. I must say, there is a dearth of great-grandma-birthday-cards. I found one. And it was lame. She isn't doing so well. I guess her back is really screwed up. :( My mom is going to try and see her, but alas, I can't. Bummer.
I get to see Victor (oh yah, and the rest of you) next weekend. Woo! Fun times.