Stalling...
I'm supposed to be cleaning my room, but I'm not mentally prepared yet, so I'll get my journal up to speed.
I worked all weekend. It was pretty uneventful. On Sunday, Nicole pierced her nape whilst I was working. It's hot. Later that night, I went out for nachos with Teresa, Sarah, and Ming Y. We were all pretty tired and whiny. Teresa was practically sleeping on me the whole time.
Today, I slept through most of the day, then went shopping with Sarah. I spent way more money than I should have. I bought a top, and some underwear, and some earrings, and hair dye, and crayons, and coloured Sharpies, and a box of Pentel R.S.V.P. pens, because they're my favourite pens ever.
Also, I talked to Patrick on MSN today. As it turns out, we made some sort of pact in grade 9. Apparently, if neither of us are married by the time we're 29, we have to marry each other. I don't remember ever making this pact, and I'm pretty sure that if I did, I would've set a much older age. But, if I can find someone within the next 10 years, I'll be good to go.
Well, that's about all I can come up with. I guess the cleaning must commence.
I think a good scene in a movie would be where one scientist tells another scientist, "You know what will save the world? You're holding it in your hand." And the other scientist looks, and in his hand are peanuts. Then when he looks up, the first scientist is being taken away to the insane asylum.
I worked all weekend. It was pretty uneventful. On Sunday, Nicole pierced her nape whilst I was working. It's hot. Later that night, I went out for nachos with Teresa, Sarah, and Ming Y. We were all pretty tired and whiny. Teresa was practically sleeping on me the whole time.
Today, I slept through most of the day, then went shopping with Sarah. I spent way more money than I should have. I bought a top, and some underwear, and some earrings, and hair dye, and crayons, and coloured Sharpies, and a box of Pentel R.S.V.P. pens, because they're my favourite pens ever.
Also, I talked to Patrick on MSN today. As it turns out, we made some sort of pact in grade 9. Apparently, if neither of us are married by the time we're 29, we have to marry each other. I don't remember ever making this pact, and I'm pretty sure that if I did, I would've set a much older age. But, if I can find someone within the next 10 years, I'll be good to go.
Well, that's about all I can come up with. I guess the cleaning must commence.
I think a good scene in a movie would be where one scientist tells another scientist, "You know what will save the world? You're holding it in your hand." And the other scientist looks, and in his hand are peanuts. Then when he looks up, the first scientist is being taken away to the insane asylum.