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My brain is the fuzz. Too much wussing around this weekend. All that schoolwork to do, and I laid on the couch and basked in the golden haze of pollen coming in the windows.
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Sunday
Alias: Cool. Hee. It helps that I know spoilers though, cause this stuff could be even more confusing without that knowledge.
Nick and Jessica's Variety Hour: That's an hour lost. But seeing Mr. T was definitely worth it, especially Ten Uncomfortable Seconds With Mr. T. It also confirmed my issues with Jessica Simpson. Girl has a big voice. A nice voice. When she's not being so overly dramatic that you want to slap her. Dear. God. Somebody teach her how to sing without getting breathy all the time (I blame Mariah for that influence) and without the over mouthiness. What's with her mouth? Nick must get a hell of a blow job from that girl. Ahem. The Mouskateers skit was cute, if only for the part where Jessica looked at Mini-Timberlake and said "Boy, you're from Memphis. Stop it with the gangsta speak!"
There was also much snoozing on Sunday. Blessed snoozing. Church, but also blessed snoozing.
Saturday
Mom got bored by Saturday (my dad is working out of town until tonight), so she called to ask if I'd like to hang out at the mall and then go out to eat. Yes, we did hang out at the mall. There was much giggling and mocking of teenagers. We looked at pretty dresses (including prom dresses, even though neither of us knows anyone going to the prom) and I almost decked my mother when she oohed and ahhed over a pink princess dress. Needless to say, she didn't understand my "Faiwy Pwintheth" snark.
Slept all day Saturday. Was nice. Did yell at the dog some, but I blame the cocker spaniel out back. Damn yippy dog, ruining my nap by barking at my dog.
Saturday morning TV sucks ass. Just so you know.
Friday
Six hours of homework folks. Six hours. I got one project done in that six hours. My fingers are still cramped.
Watched Seabiscuit finally. Bawled my eyes out during that last race. Go Biscuit! Run Biscuit, Run! *sniff* I'm such a sucker for horse movies, especially anything based on racing. And not to spoil it for you (because seriously, unless you're really horsey and into the Triple Crown races and have an affinity for remembering names, you won't get it), but one moment in there really had me all upset, remembering Charismatic.
Also had a country ham biscuit for breakfast that day. Mmmmm. Country ham.
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Sunday
Alias: Cool. Hee. It helps that I know spoilers though, cause this stuff could be even more confusing without that knowledge.
Nick and Jessica's Variety Hour: That's an hour lost. But seeing Mr. T was definitely worth it, especially Ten Uncomfortable Seconds With Mr. T. It also confirmed my issues with Jessica Simpson. Girl has a big voice. A nice voice. When she's not being so overly dramatic that you want to slap her. Dear. God. Somebody teach her how to sing without getting breathy all the time (I blame Mariah for that influence) and without the over mouthiness. What's with her mouth? Nick must get a hell of a blow job from that girl. Ahem. The Mouskateers skit was cute, if only for the part where Jessica looked at Mini-Timberlake and said "Boy, you're from Memphis. Stop it with the gangsta speak!"
There was also much snoozing on Sunday. Blessed snoozing. Church, but also blessed snoozing.
Saturday
Mom got bored by Saturday (my dad is working out of town until tonight), so she called to ask if I'd like to hang out at the mall and then go out to eat. Yes, we did hang out at the mall. There was much giggling and mocking of teenagers. We looked at pretty dresses (including prom dresses, even though neither of us knows anyone going to the prom) and I almost decked my mother when she oohed and ahhed over a pink princess dress. Needless to say, she didn't understand my "Faiwy Pwintheth" snark.
Slept all day Saturday. Was nice. Did yell at the dog some, but I blame the cocker spaniel out back. Damn yippy dog, ruining my nap by barking at my dog.
Saturday morning TV sucks ass. Just so you know.
Friday
Six hours of homework folks. Six hours. I got one project done in that six hours. My fingers are still cramped.
Watched Seabiscuit finally. Bawled my eyes out during that last race. Go Biscuit! Run Biscuit, Run! *sniff* I'm such a sucker for horse movies, especially anything based on racing. And not to spoil it for you (because seriously, unless you're really horsey and into the Triple Crown races and have an affinity for remembering names, you won't get it), but one moment in there really had me all upset, remembering Charismatic.
Also had a country ham biscuit for breakfast that day. Mmmmm. Country ham.