I should be packing right now
But what I really feel like doing is blogging. It's been way too long, but I just haven't had a chance. It's not that life has been particularly exciting or eventful lately. It's just that life feels like it's spinning by so fast and I haven't had time to pause and catch my breath. I'm hoping that changes soon. I think if I just get a chance to finish my taxes and my laundry and straighten my room, I'll feel a lot better. I finally finished the baby blanket last night, so that should free up some time.
Snippets (or stories I've been meaning to blog about for the past couple weeks but now are so old that you're just getting the short version)
-I met Sarah Magill's dopelganger, and I don't mean her twin sister. She's from Spain, and she's dating one of the boy's friends. Unfortunately, I had no fellow FARCers around to back me up on this.
-Screw you, Ticketmaster. You don't seem to want my money. First, both the Saw Doctors shows sell out. Granted, I should have bought those tickets earlier, but that doesn't make it entirely my fault. But still. And then I find out Wilco's playing in New Jersey, and one of the boy's friends has a car and also loves Wilco. Score! But when I try to buy tickets, Ticketmaster isn't working, and the next morning, they're already sold out. Bastards.
-Paintball rocks. I went for the first time the other weekend with the boy and a bunch of his friends. It was way too much money, but we were at this awesome place out in the Pokanos (Is that even how you spell that? I don't even care enough to check right now.)I even shot the boy. Ha! And by the end of the day, I was getting a lot better at it. In one of the last rounds, I killed three people. Nothing like a baggy camoflauge jumpsuit to make you blood thristy. We played from about 9:30 to 3, though, so I was unbelieveablely sore the next couple days. I felt like an old woman.
So dirty out of context
The news is on as I type this, and the anchor just said, "I like that boy. I want to taste his chicken." Eew.
Um.
I feel like I have more to write about, but I'm drawing a blank.
But what I really feel like doing is blogging. It's been way too long, but I just haven't had a chance. It's not that life has been particularly exciting or eventful lately. It's just that life feels like it's spinning by so fast and I haven't had time to pause and catch my breath. I'm hoping that changes soon. I think if I just get a chance to finish my taxes and my laundry and straighten my room, I'll feel a lot better. I finally finished the baby blanket last night, so that should free up some time.
Snippets (or stories I've been meaning to blog about for the past couple weeks but now are so old that you're just getting the short version)
-I met Sarah Magill's dopelganger, and I don't mean her twin sister. She's from Spain, and she's dating one of the boy's friends. Unfortunately, I had no fellow FARCers around to back me up on this.
-Screw you, Ticketmaster. You don't seem to want my money. First, both the Saw Doctors shows sell out. Granted, I should have bought those tickets earlier, but that doesn't make it entirely my fault. But still. And then I find out Wilco's playing in New Jersey, and one of the boy's friends has a car and also loves Wilco. Score! But when I try to buy tickets, Ticketmaster isn't working, and the next morning, they're already sold out. Bastards.
-Paintball rocks. I went for the first time the other weekend with the boy and a bunch of his friends. It was way too much money, but we were at this awesome place out in the Pokanos (Is that even how you spell that? I don't even care enough to check right now.)I even shot the boy. Ha! And by the end of the day, I was getting a lot better at it. In one of the last rounds, I killed three people. Nothing like a baggy camoflauge jumpsuit to make you blood thristy. We played from about 9:30 to 3, though, so I was unbelieveablely sore the next couple days. I felt like an old woman.
So dirty out of context
The news is on as I type this, and the anchor just said, "I like that boy. I want to taste his chicken." Eew.
Um.
I feel like I have more to write about, but I'm drawing a blank.
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