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Too bad today isn't Friday, cause there's definitely enough snow out to get us a delay. And who doesn't like waking up in the morning to find out that you can go back to sleep for a few hours?
Kelsey my love- if you're still going to be in Minnesota for Thanksgiving, DEFINITELY give me a call or something. Because I love you and I miss you and you rock my world.
And Washington is too too damn far.
Shira and myself are traveling to Minnesota for the Thanksgiving period. We are SUCH good children. Listen to this...
We're driving up so we can A) leave whenever we want, B) have a car while we're there, and C) go on a road trip. Problems with this is that we didn't want to leave our mother home by herself on her birthday, and Thanksgiving (which is her least favorite holiday ever, considering she's never with her family). So, easy solution... we bring her with us. If you've ever lived next door to us and heard the screaming, you'll know that traveling in a car non stop for a few days with the mother and the sister is probably just about as dumb as... Hmm. I'm trying to think of something really dumb here, but it's just not coming. I don't know. It's just about as dumb as something really dumb. OH! I got one. It's just about as dumb as Gina Frausini.
Heh, if I may say so, that was brilliant.
Anyway. So there's no way in hell we're going to drive up with her, and there's no way in hell Stan was going to buy a ticket for her, because he's a selfish asshole who doesn't care about anyone but his fuckuglyass self. So he told my mom that she couldn't go. So my sister and I got her the best present ever last night. We, with our barely non existant money, bought her the plane ticket that Stan wouldn't. "I can't buy you that ticket Gayle, because it's 400 dollars, and I'm a jerk." That's what he told her. You know what? That's complete bullshit. Way to make her feel guilty. We found a ticket for $260. If he can't afford that to make his wife happy, I'm thinking about kicking his lame ass.
Shira and I ventured down to Ikea on my lovely day off. If you haven't been there, go. In fact, I'll take you. It's completely worth driving down to New Haven. That store is fucking awesome. The only problem with it is it makes you want to move out real bad. How awesome would it be if I could have my own place now?
I have to keep looking out my window. I can't believe that it actually snowed.
This is a really random story, but hey. That's what I am... Random. I've been deciding lately that Stan is an assface. Here's an example. Remember that year that we had the blizzard of '03, or something? Maybe it was '02. I don't know. But it cracked me up because it snowed several feet. Here. And it never snows that much here. Anyway. My mother was out of town, and my sister and I were stuck at home with the Ogre. Ogre being Stan, of course. There was too much snow to shovel. There was no way to get out of the driveway, unless you plowed. So Stan got someone to plow. His side of the driveway. Now instead of the entire driveway being covered in about two feet of snow, his side was completely clear, and my mother's side had about four feet pushed onto it. There was no way for her to get into the garage when she came home, and I ended up shoveling all of that snow. It took me a super ass long time, because I'm just not strong enough for that.
Anyway. The short version of that story, in case you don't feel like reading all of that is that Stan is a selfish prick.
I saw my reflection in the window, and your mother is right. I DO look like a jackass.
I have no reason to be updating now. You lazy kids need to wake up so that I can talk to you. Or do something today. BAH.
And... before I go, possibly the best picture I took at Homecoming:
Kelsey my love- if you're still going to be in Minnesota for Thanksgiving, DEFINITELY give me a call or something. Because I love you and I miss you and you rock my world.
And Washington is too too damn far.
Shira and myself are traveling to Minnesota for the Thanksgiving period. We are SUCH good children. Listen to this...
We're driving up so we can A) leave whenever we want, B) have a car while we're there, and C) go on a road trip. Problems with this is that we didn't want to leave our mother home by herself on her birthday, and Thanksgiving (which is her least favorite holiday ever, considering she's never with her family). So, easy solution... we bring her with us. If you've ever lived next door to us and heard the screaming, you'll know that traveling in a car non stop for a few days with the mother and the sister is probably just about as dumb as... Hmm. I'm trying to think of something really dumb here, but it's just not coming. I don't know. It's just about as dumb as something really dumb. OH! I got one. It's just about as dumb as Gina Frausini.
Heh, if I may say so, that was brilliant.
Anyway. So there's no way in hell we're going to drive up with her, and there's no way in hell Stan was going to buy a ticket for her, because he's a selfish asshole who doesn't care about anyone but his fuckuglyass self. So he told my mom that she couldn't go. So my sister and I got her the best present ever last night. We, with our barely non existant money, bought her the plane ticket that Stan wouldn't. "I can't buy you that ticket Gayle, because it's 400 dollars, and I'm a jerk." That's what he told her. You know what? That's complete bullshit. Way to make her feel guilty. We found a ticket for $260. If he can't afford that to make his wife happy, I'm thinking about kicking his lame ass.
Shira and I ventured down to Ikea on my lovely day off. If you haven't been there, go. In fact, I'll take you. It's completely worth driving down to New Haven. That store is fucking awesome. The only problem with it is it makes you want to move out real bad. How awesome would it be if I could have my own place now?
I have to keep looking out my window. I can't believe that it actually snowed.
This is a really random story, but hey. That's what I am... Random. I've been deciding lately that Stan is an assface. Here's an example. Remember that year that we had the blizzard of '03, or something? Maybe it was '02. I don't know. But it cracked me up because it snowed several feet. Here. And it never snows that much here. Anyway. My mother was out of town, and my sister and I were stuck at home with the Ogre. Ogre being Stan, of course. There was too much snow to shovel. There was no way to get out of the driveway, unless you plowed. So Stan got someone to plow. His side of the driveway. Now instead of the entire driveway being covered in about two feet of snow, his side was completely clear, and my mother's side had about four feet pushed onto it. There was no way for her to get into the garage when she came home, and I ended up shoveling all of that snow. It took me a super ass long time, because I'm just not strong enough for that.
Anyway. The short version of that story, in case you don't feel like reading all of that is that Stan is a selfish prick.
I saw my reflection in the window, and your mother is right. I DO look like a jackass.
I have no reason to be updating now. You lazy kids need to wake up so that I can talk to you. Or do something today. BAH.
And... before I go, possibly the best picture I took at Homecoming: