A Friend of a Friend He Got Beaten

Tonight wound up being pretty fun.

This afternoon Lyla called and invited me to the Greek Fest- but when I told mother I should be leaving, she was like 'oooh! greek! great idea!' so I stopped by in the afternoon with her. Then I came home, and got my cellular, and Kristen left me a message basically commanding that I go to the softball game. So I walked to Clague... but nay, the game wasn't there, and I hadn't been smart enough to check... so I walked back home (yeah, I have horrid blisters) and hopped in my old fashoined car and drove there. (since someone broke my bike) (grr)

After that I came home and cleaned up, then I went to Lyla's to pick up Naz and her to go to the Greek fest again. Then we went back to Lyla's and hung out, reading Lyla's first grade journals. Which were hilarious, let me tell you. After a bit, Naz had to leave, so Lyla and I jsut sat in her bedroom, talking to randos online, until we got bored and decided to crash on the boy's party in the basement. By party I mean that Lyla's brother and cousins were down there watching Family Guy. I, of course, luuuurve Family Guy, so I was quite keen to join in. So we sat down there and laughed and cried along with the family. Then I went home.

I really did enjoy myself tonight, which is stupid because I didn't really do anything but sit around and watch Family Guy- but then again, that is a great show.

AHHHHHHHH mother makes me so angry.

Yes, well, nothing else really going on. Kind of in a boredum slump right now- and tomorrow begins the week from hell. I hate soccer. And I hate soccer camps. Especially this one.

Chop.
Chop.