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So today, I lock myself out of my house.
WTF.
I'm done with locks. Let's just say...there is much, much more of a chance that most locks will be keeping me away from my own belongings than a robber.
I suck. I'm going to get my keys surgically attached to my body. Seriously.
So I had to walk to Tim Horton's to get Matt's set, and walk back home.
Then I went to physical therapy for my wrists.
I hate physical therapy.
I'm one of those people who expect immediate results, I do not have the attention span for seemingly insignificant exercises.
Then I was hoping to get together with Lori...I was really, really hoping. It was something I was really excited about. I haven't hung out with a friend since...Colestones with Andrea? Anyway...weeks and weeks ago. But, I couldn't get a hold of her yadda, yadda, yadda.
So, Matt took me to the movies to see The Omen. It successfully scared the shit out of me. Awesome. Then on the car ride home I was DYING to have starbucks. But, of course at this point it had closed. Out of desperation I drove to the nearest Gas Station and purchased a bottled Starbucks Frappaccino, vanilla flavored coffee drink. It wasn't the same.
Also, today Matt and I got into a heated discussion about music.
Personally, I hate, HATE, people who assume theirselves to be entirely influential. So entirely influencial that...if they aren't listening to it...it MUST be terrible.
They are the kings and Queens of the music scenes.
The all knowing.
The all seeing.
On the ride home, Matt was definitely playing this role.
It pissed me off.
I just don't get it...does it make them feel more artsy?
Well. That concludes yet another eeeventful day.
Signing off.
WTF.
I'm done with locks. Let's just say...there is much, much more of a chance that most locks will be keeping me away from my own belongings than a robber.
I suck. I'm going to get my keys surgically attached to my body. Seriously.
So I had to walk to Tim Horton's to get Matt's set, and walk back home.
Then I went to physical therapy for my wrists.
I hate physical therapy.
I'm one of those people who expect immediate results, I do not have the attention span for seemingly insignificant exercises.
Then I was hoping to get together with Lori...I was really, really hoping. It was something I was really excited about. I haven't hung out with a friend since...Colestones with Andrea? Anyway...weeks and weeks ago. But, I couldn't get a hold of her yadda, yadda, yadda.
So, Matt took me to the movies to see The Omen. It successfully scared the shit out of me. Awesome. Then on the car ride home I was DYING to have starbucks. But, of course at this point it had closed. Out of desperation I drove to the nearest Gas Station and purchased a bottled Starbucks Frappaccino, vanilla flavored coffee drink. It wasn't the same.
Also, today Matt and I got into a heated discussion about music.
Personally, I hate, HATE, people who assume theirselves to be entirely influential. So entirely influencial that...if they aren't listening to it...it MUST be terrible.
They are the kings and Queens of the music scenes.
The all knowing.
The all seeing.
On the ride home, Matt was definitely playing this role.
It pissed me off.
I just don't get it...does it make them feel more artsy?
Well. That concludes yet another eeeventful day.
Signing off.