My lame weekend. Woo.
This weekend was crazy lame. The second my mom parked the car in order for us to get on the train to the City, my cousin called and told us to not come. It's a good thing that she caught us just in time and all, but who the hell cancels something that incredibly late? She knew for like 2 or 3 days that we were coming, so wtf? Ughhh I hate it when that happens.
Anyway, I ended up going bowling with my mom, David, and Kaitlyn. Bowling was boring, but the bowling alley was completely awesome. Seriously, like if my house was like that, it'd be amazing. There were strobe lights, giant projector screens playing music videos, amazing food, and really nice waiters. It was really organized and stuff which I'm a complete loser for so it was way rad. Go there. It'd help if I knew the name, but I don't.
The acoustic version of "Aye Julian" by Meriwether is really good. The lead singer also randomly rawr's in the middle of a verse which is hilarious (Sippy the Beast! Hahahaha). lmfao Oh hey, back to life.
My mom, brother, and I ended up going to the City on Sunday morning instead. I walked, ate these gross candied nuts, threw the nuts at this squirrel, took pictures of my mom and brother falling while they were ice skating, took pictures of these hott guys who were ice skating, walked some more, got lost, took a taxi, nearly ran two people over in the taxi (no joke, I "Holy shit!"ed to myself), ate disgusting food at my cousin's apartment, and then walked to the Time Warner mall/center/thing where we saw two huge, fat, and naked statues inside (my brother kept staring at the guy one... does that mean something?). We looked for this restaurant but it ended up being completely booked so we went to the Hard Rock Cafe and ate their. It was kinda depressing because my mom didn't talk, my brother kept on talking, the music was old (no offense, Twisted Sister, but Emanuel could kick your ass), and none of the hott guys were near our table. Plus, I yelled out "HI!" when the waiter came to our table and he paused & stared at me for a second (I'm pretty sure it was in a bad way, as if I was this sketchy half-his-age pedophile) before saying that he was gonna be our waiter. Awkward.
Now I'm sitting at home writing in my LiveJournal when I'm barely half done with my controlling idea essay. I HATE HOMEWORK. And peanut butter.
Anyway, I ended up going bowling with my mom, David, and Kaitlyn. Bowling was boring, but the bowling alley was completely awesome. Seriously, like if my house was like that, it'd be amazing. There were strobe lights, giant projector screens playing music videos, amazing food, and really nice waiters. It was really organized and stuff which I'm a complete loser for so it was way rad. Go there. It'd help if I knew the name, but I don't.
The acoustic version of "Aye Julian" by Meriwether is really good. The lead singer also randomly rawr's in the middle of a verse which is hilarious (Sippy the Beast! Hahahaha). lmfao Oh hey, back to life.
My mom, brother, and I ended up going to the City on Sunday morning instead. I walked, ate these gross candied nuts, threw the nuts at this squirrel, took pictures of my mom and brother falling while they were ice skating, took pictures of these hott guys who were ice skating, walked some more, got lost, took a taxi, nearly ran two people over in the taxi (no joke, I "Holy shit!"ed to myself), ate disgusting food at my cousin's apartment, and then walked to the Time Warner mall/center/thing where we saw two huge, fat, and naked statues inside (my brother kept staring at the guy one... does that mean something?). We looked for this restaurant but it ended up being completely booked so we went to the Hard Rock Cafe and ate their. It was kinda depressing because my mom didn't talk, my brother kept on talking, the music was old (no offense, Twisted Sister, but Emanuel could kick your ass), and none of the hott guys were near our table. Plus, I yelled out "HI!" when the waiter came to our table and he paused & stared at me for a second (I'm pretty sure it was in a bad way, as if I was this sketchy half-his-age pedophile) before saying that he was gonna be our waiter. Awkward.
Now I'm sitting at home writing in my LiveJournal when I'm barely half done with my controlling idea essay. I HATE HOMEWORK. And peanut butter.