Well, it's official. I'm using my parents's credit card reward points to buy myself a CREATIVE Zen Micro Photo. I was talking with Mother Dearest about it, and she said "if I were buying it, I'd say it's an early birthday present. But this is different." Ha. Free Zen. And it's not an iPod. I win.
I really want to see the catacombs under Paris when we go on the French trip, but I know we're not touring them, and I doubt I can convince one of the chaperones to take me. Oh, and in case you don't know, the catacombs under Paris are where they started piling bones when the church's graveyard started filling up. The bones are piled about 6-feet deep, I think, and up to the ceiling of the catacombs. Damnit, I want to go.
But yes, went to go make my prom date try on his duct tape attire. Well, the pants and the half of the jacket we had done. We had to make some alterations, such as cutting off the pants legs 6 inches. Lauren Sale's going to have a stroke. "OMG YOUR DATE'S SHORTER THAN YOU??!?! ILLEGAL!!!" Yeah, but he's willing to make a complete a** of himself, more than most.
Damnit, I've got to go feed my neighbor's 15-year-old deaf cat from hell. But hey, I got paid $90. I'm not complaining.
DrasBrisingr · Mon Mar 27, 2006 @ 02:02am · 0 Comments |