Friday of Goodness

I was too tired to post when I got home last night, so I'll post today instead. I'm sure y'all can handle it. So Friday was actually a fairly good day, as days go. Where were you Willis? I had the CD all ready to go for ya! H.ro asked Clare what was with the Ayn Rand trend all of a sudden, so we said it was becuase Willis had discovered her and was getting everyone to read her. Yay for Willis starting a trend! I wish I could start a trend...*sniff* But no one would follow me. lol. Probably just as well. Getting the movie thing set up and ready was a lot more stress than I thought it would be. Gah! Damn boys and thier whining. But, all in all, it was a whole lot better than being threatened by the librarians for making noise. Physics was ok. Everyone was doing work. It was quite shocking. Well, I don't know if copying Rabe's answers count as work, but I'll pretend they do.

After school was fun. I went over to Mark's and we watched our all time favorite movie, Notting Hill. Which, I have been informed, isn't actually a chick flick because it has a car chase scene in it, thus negating the rest of the chick flick-esque-ness of the movie. We also watched most of Pirates, which is another hott movie. *faux british accent* Look, a boy! There's a boy in the water! Oh, good movie! Oh, and Mark had me try on his girl pants, and guess what. I wear the same size pants as my boyfriend! lol. That's hot. Although he says his ass looks hotter in them because he can fill them out more. lol. Oh snows. Well, I guess I don't have to worry about clean clothes if I spend the night lol. ;) Anyway, loads of fun.

Today is going to be filled with laundry, studying for diplomas, going to my grandma's, and then perhaps to a movie with Mark later. He's coming to my grandma's again, so we'll see how it goes this time. Uncle Don will undoubtable be tanked by the time we get there (I mean come on, it'll be 4 pm! Clearly that is way past the start of happy hour.), and will most likely be absolutely pissed out of his mind by the time we leave. God I love my family (Oh, couldn't you just see the sarcasm oozing out of the screen?). God I can't wait to move out. 82 more sleeps or something like that. Woot.