10.06.07 - Hate is a strong word
...But I'm inclined to use it right now. =)
I'm bored out of my mind at Sean's place. Mind you, last night was REALLY good. Incredibly good, really. I don't think I've gone to sleep that happy and satisfied in awhile. Not since the last time I went to sleep with Erin and Erin's. Because the last time we actually went to sleep together was at my place on a queen-sized air mattress after a Dave Matthews concert. It was satisfying and a really good night, too, but I was too damn tired to feel anything but tired. And then I had to get up and go to school the next day. That kind of blew.
Anyway, compared to last night, today really sucks balls. I got up at 2pm, put What Not to Wear on the TV (which Sean will be pissed about later, since it prevented his TV from taping How Its Made, but he can bite me - I did his laundry). Then I made my coffee and cooked up some eggs which were really good because I added cheese, onions, seasoned salt, regular salt, and pepper to them. I had some buttered toast with mine because Sean has no milk and I, therefore, could't eat any cereal. And when I was done eating, I did the dishes and started Sean's laundry and then took a shower. Since the shower, I've basically just told Sean that he needs to fold his damn laundry because I'm not doing it, texted Erin some, and looked up Halloween costumes on Sean's shitty, old, slow laptop - because he's messing with his Alienware computer.
So, bored. And, to make matters worse, I asked Sean if he wants to come over tonight for dinner with me and Mom and he said "No. I want to stay here and get some things done." Every time he says that, he never gets anything done. He just plays video games and shit. And I'm not hanging out to watch him do that. Nor am I cooking for him agian when I could go home and cook something super yummy with Mommy instead. So guess where I'm headed? =)
I told him I was going and he said "Now?" And I just stared at him with this "You've got to be kidding me" look on my face. See, I can't really talk to him because he's on the phone with technical support. Otherwise, I probably wouldn't be quite so bored.
...The whole point of me saying all this was to tell y'all that he asked me to wait for a second because he wanted to talk to me. *RE* But he won't pass me notes on the notepad I handed him. So I'm back on his laptop, typing up this pointless entry, to entertain myself when I really should just tell him to screw off and leave. Because today sucks. And I could be renting girly movies and eating yummy food with Mommy.
I found this recipe for grilled portobello mushroom sandwhiches that I really want to try. Think we'll do that tonight if Sean doesn't change his mind and come over. Because every male I know refuses to eat mushrooms. What the hell is up with that?
I only have 13 days left until I'm up at Erin's. And I'm super excited about it because I really want to go to the Renaissance Faire and eat their portobello sandwhiches. That shit was good. And if I can talk Mommy into buying me that sexy little pirate costume (which I doubt because the boots were way too expensive) then it'll be extra good because I'll be in costume, too.
I'm bored out of my mind at Sean's place. Mind you, last night was REALLY good. Incredibly good, really. I don't think I've gone to sleep that happy and satisfied in awhile. Not since the last time I went to sleep with Erin and Erin's. Because the last time we actually went to sleep together was at my place on a queen-sized air mattress after a Dave Matthews concert. It was satisfying and a really good night, too, but I was too damn tired to feel anything but tired. And then I had to get up and go to school the next day. That kind of blew.
Anyway, compared to last night, today really sucks balls. I got up at 2pm, put What Not to Wear on the TV (which Sean will be pissed about later, since it prevented his TV from taping How Its Made, but he can bite me - I did his laundry). Then I made my coffee and cooked up some eggs which were really good because I added cheese, onions, seasoned salt, regular salt, and pepper to them. I had some buttered toast with mine because Sean has no milk and I, therefore, could't eat any cereal. And when I was done eating, I did the dishes and started Sean's laundry and then took a shower. Since the shower, I've basically just told Sean that he needs to fold his damn laundry because I'm not doing it, texted Erin some, and looked up Halloween costumes on Sean's shitty, old, slow laptop - because he's messing with his Alienware computer.
So, bored. And, to make matters worse, I asked Sean if he wants to come over tonight for dinner with me and Mom and he said "No. I want to stay here and get some things done." Every time he says that, he never gets anything done. He just plays video games and shit. And I'm not hanging out to watch him do that. Nor am I cooking for him agian when I could go home and cook something super yummy with Mommy instead. So guess where I'm headed? =)
I told him I was going and he said "Now?" And I just stared at him with this "You've got to be kidding me" look on my face. See, I can't really talk to him because he's on the phone with technical support. Otherwise, I probably wouldn't be quite so bored.
...The whole point of me saying all this was to tell y'all that he asked me to wait for a second because he wanted to talk to me. *RE* But he won't pass me notes on the notepad I handed him. So I'm back on his laptop, typing up this pointless entry, to entertain myself when I really should just tell him to screw off and leave. Because today sucks. And I could be renting girly movies and eating yummy food with Mommy.
I found this recipe for grilled portobello mushroom sandwhiches that I really want to try. Think we'll do that tonight if Sean doesn't change his mind and come over. Because every male I know refuses to eat mushrooms. What the hell is up with that?
I only have 13 days left until I'm up at Erin's. And I'm super excited about it because I really want to go to the Renaissance Faire and eat their portobello sandwhiches. That shit was good. And if I can talk Mommy into buying me that sexy little pirate costume (which I doubt because the boots were way too expensive) then it'll be extra good because I'll be in costume, too.