What a weekend
So school ended on Friday, and I was like "Hmm. I wonder what will become of my weekend." I now know. Friday night, I went to Ryan's, and played pass the gum, and ended up staying from only one round. I got it from a third Ryan, but gave it to some girl who was way too into it, and knocked her teeth against my lip, and cutting it on my braces. I started to bleed, and figured since I haven't had an STD test in, IDK, EVER, I'd sit it out for a while. I left around 9, to head home for SATs.
I went to SATs on Saturday morning, and although they weren't overly hard, it was just ridiculously long. Which sucked. I went home to sleep, and was awoken by Megan, asking if I wanted to do something. Of course I said YES!!! So Megan and I braved the weather, and made it to Howell, where we picked up Lori and went bowling. I lost. Correction. I was slaughtered. By both of them. I felt stupid. But then we went for ice cream and movies, so that made up for it. By the time we got back to Lori's, it was pouring, and Megan and I didn't feel safe driving, so we all crashed on Lori's couch while watching "Dirty Dancing" followed by "Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights."
We woke up, and Lori made the most awesomest pancakes ever. Chocolate chip and sprinkles. YUMMY! Megan and I helped clean up, pack up the couch, and we left. Megan invited me to her church on the way back home, so I said sure, and went to church with Megan. To my astonishment, I walked in and realized that it was the same church in which I had gone to divorce therapy! Crazy! So the church didn't burn down, and everyone was happy.
After mass, I went out to lunch at Chili's with Megan, Nicole, Bryan, and Dylan. It was a lunch full of pepper, sugar, magic tricks, and even notes to the waiter. After lunch, we went and ran errands with everyone, while listening to Duck Tales on full blast. It was great. But then it kinda ended, and I went home, which is where I am now. Fun shit.
I <3 my friends and this weekend.
Now I'm having a party for my mother's birthday. Excuse me while I go get blasted.
I went to SATs on Saturday morning, and although they weren't overly hard, it was just ridiculously long. Which sucked. I went home to sleep, and was awoken by Megan, asking if I wanted to do something. Of course I said YES!!! So Megan and I braved the weather, and made it to Howell, where we picked up Lori and went bowling. I lost. Correction. I was slaughtered. By both of them. I felt stupid. But then we went for ice cream and movies, so that made up for it. By the time we got back to Lori's, it was pouring, and Megan and I didn't feel safe driving, so we all crashed on Lori's couch while watching "Dirty Dancing" followed by "Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights."
We woke up, and Lori made the most awesomest pancakes ever. Chocolate chip and sprinkles. YUMMY! Megan and I helped clean up, pack up the couch, and we left. Megan invited me to her church on the way back home, so I said sure, and went to church with Megan. To my astonishment, I walked in and realized that it was the same church in which I had gone to divorce therapy! Crazy! So the church didn't burn down, and everyone was happy.
After mass, I went out to lunch at Chili's with Megan, Nicole, Bryan, and Dylan. It was a lunch full of pepper, sugar, magic tricks, and even notes to the waiter. After lunch, we went and ran errands with everyone, while listening to Duck Tales on full blast. It was great. But then it kinda ended, and I went home, which is where I am now. Fun shit.
I <3 my friends and this weekend.
Now I'm having a party for my mother's birthday. Excuse me while I go get blasted.