I got tagged...
Name 10 things in no particular order that make you happy and tag five others.
1. My friends
2. My sister
3. Singing
4. Chick flicks/comedies
5. Days off from school
6. EVERQUEST 2!!!! ^_^
7. Playin' piano
8. Having someone to love that loves me in return
9. Starbucks
10. Nice little surprises that people do for me; the little things count!
I tag: Nikki, Stephi, Austin, Ryanlumpkins, and Deanycakes (and I highly doubt that any of 'em will do it... >.>)
So I was driving Charles and Chris home after school, and they were being their usual "special" selves. Charles had shotgun, and was trying to roll down the window, but he kept pressing the lock button and asking, "Why the fuck doesn't your window button work?!" And Chris and I both kept telling him that that was the lock button, hence the label, "Lock," beneath it. So then he was all confused and asked, "You don't have a fucking window button in the front seat?!" Chris finally had to show Charles where the window button was, which I had the window-lock on anyways so it wouldn't work heh...Chris laughed so hard tears were coming down his face. Woo, that was funny ^_^
In other news, I don't want to go to the jazz concert tonight, I don't want to go the CAC Honor Band tomorrow, and I don't want to go the District Honor Band in December. *sighs* I'm off.
1. My friends
2. My sister
3. Singing
4. Chick flicks/comedies
5. Days off from school
6. EVERQUEST 2!!!! ^_^
7. Playin' piano
8. Having someone to love that loves me in return
9. Starbucks
10. Nice little surprises that people do for me; the little things count!
I tag: Nikki, Stephi, Austin, Ryanlumpkins, and Deanycakes (and I highly doubt that any of 'em will do it... >.>)
So I was driving Charles and Chris home after school, and they were being their usual "special" selves. Charles had shotgun, and was trying to roll down the window, but he kept pressing the lock button and asking, "Why the fuck doesn't your window button work?!" And Chris and I both kept telling him that that was the lock button, hence the label, "Lock," beneath it. So then he was all confused and asked, "You don't have a fucking window button in the front seat?!" Chris finally had to show Charles where the window button was, which I had the window-lock on anyways so it wouldn't work heh...Chris laughed so hard tears were coming down his face. Woo, that was funny ^_^
In other news, I don't want to go to the jazz concert tonight, I don't want to go the CAC Honor Band tomorrow, and I don't want to go the District Honor Band in December. *sighs* I'm off.