Yesterday, I skipped choir and rode home with my mom. We talked about lots of things, we ordered pizza, and I baked several dozen cookies. I will be baking again on Wednesday in my borrowed apartment, so if you want me some cupcakes or cheesecake, let me know.
This coming weekend is sibling weekend. I have some very good reasons for hating Sibling Weekend, and I hate it even more than Parent Weekend, and that shouldn't be possible.
I'm re-addicted to Melodramatic and The Sims. In fact, I just finished melo-ing, and as soon as I finish typing this, I'm going to play The Sims. I think these addictions are re-surfacing because I'm subconsciously preparing for summer time. Either that, or I'm searching for community and control in a world full of chaos.
Seth told me the funniest damn story today at lunch, and I still can't stop laughing (::attempts math::) five hours later. I'd tell it here, but it's really his story to tell. Although, if you ask me, I will tell you, after I finish giggling like a giddy schoolgirl.
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