total boringosity.
well, at least my brother's mad friends are gone. i was awaked at seven o clock by an earthquake that hit about a wotsit on the thingy scale. turns out it was mad kurt throwing mad seth to the ground. luckily i fell back asleep.
i'm having a very productive day of doing nothing. at first i thought "maybe i'll go for a run" but then i thought, "no". i might go for a walk later, and someone said you burn just as much hoozit by walking as you do running. although then you've burned the hoozit and there's nothing left to burn when you run...well, whatever. it's just western mass, is all that's left. and quite honestly, i could care less if lizza beats me. in fact, i hope she does. she seems to want to. i personally am not that interested in the competitive bit. they could all cream me in the races and i wouldnt mind, as long as i knew i'd done my best. and besides, the more i stress about saturday, the more i'll break out, plus the more i'll be miserable, and my newfound zen in the wake of my illness would be totally blown.
i was a bit useful today, though, when i started the christmas present making business. i only got to the bit where i had to use the sewing machine, however, when my mother came in, and started trying to make herself useful by getting on my nerves, so i said "madre, you are definitely not invited to assist in my wedding. in fact, all you can do is show up, sit around and look proud, and shake hands with old people. other wise, i may have to kill you." which set her in a bad mood, so she wouldnt help me with the sewing machine, so i quit.
well, i must be off. i can hear the pie upstairs calling, and it sounds like it's saying, "ana, it is i. the pie. hey! that rhymes. anyways, come and eat me......"
i'm having a very productive day of doing nothing. at first i thought "maybe i'll go for a run" but then i thought, "no". i might go for a walk later, and someone said you burn just as much hoozit by walking as you do running. although then you've burned the hoozit and there's nothing left to burn when you run...well, whatever. it's just western mass, is all that's left. and quite honestly, i could care less if lizza beats me. in fact, i hope she does. she seems to want to. i personally am not that interested in the competitive bit. they could all cream me in the races and i wouldnt mind, as long as i knew i'd done my best. and besides, the more i stress about saturday, the more i'll break out, plus the more i'll be miserable, and my newfound zen in the wake of my illness would be totally blown.
i was a bit useful today, though, when i started the christmas present making business. i only got to the bit where i had to use the sewing machine, however, when my mother came in, and started trying to make herself useful by getting on my nerves, so i said "madre, you are definitely not invited to assist in my wedding. in fact, all you can do is show up, sit around and look proud, and shake hands with old people. other wise, i may have to kill you." which set her in a bad mood, so she wouldnt help me with the sewing machine, so i quit.
well, i must be off. i can hear the pie upstairs calling, and it sounds like it's saying, "ana, it is i. the pie. hey! that rhymes. anyways, come and eat me......"