Memorial Day weekend was very nice. Had a fun shopping trip to Sam’s Club and didn’t feel overly compelled to stab anyone there. S and I mostly just followed my parents around and felt mutually overwhelmed by the size of the place. Also, rafts approximately the size of my house.
Saw Indiana Jones and the Unspeakably Bad Script this weekend. Was, to say the least, disappointed. So sad. And Shia didn’t bleed enough. The movie had so much potential for sexy Shia being all tough and bloody. Sigh. (YEAH, I SAID IT.)
Randomly, George has been working out and eating right and whatnot and he looks great. Lot of people commented on it this weekend. In a totally sincere and awesome way. I’m really happy for him because he seems a lot happier. The moral of this story? SODA IS BAD FOR YOU, FOLKS.
I’m capslocky this morning.
Additionally, all my shows are gone. Lost is the only one left. I’m going to have to start watching Dancing with the Stars. This isn’t necessarily a horrible thing.
Nick and I kicked ass at Bacchi(sp?) Ball on Monday. I signed up for Twitter. And S thinks my toenail polish is “beautiful!”
15 and a half weeks and counting. 25 to go.
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