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Weekend-ness...
This weekend was an odd mix of fun and not-so-fun. The fact that the first words out on my mom's mouth when I got to the car was "why did you take so long, I've been waiting. Weren't you supposed to be ready?" did not bode well for the weekend.
Friday was a blast. I went bowling with friends at the 24 hour bowling place. I left my house around 9, but we didn't actually get there till about 10 because we stopped at McDonald's so that people could eat. (not me, I ate at home) So we had a game and just generally goofed-off. I was supposed to be home at 11, but when we started our second game at 10:50, I was good and called home so my parents wouldn't wait up. I had so much fun. Well, except for the sketchy guy who tried to hit on me. I was buying ice cream from the vending machine and he's like, "let me get that one and I'll buy you another." I just said no thank you and walked away. We then went to my friend's house because she wanted pictures. It was fun and so totally worth getting back home at 1 in the morning.
Saturday was not so much fun. I was supposed to get woken up by my sister by 11 as per my mother's orders. I didn't get up at 11 though and when my mom got home to find me still in bed, she was pissed. Appaerntly, she'd set my sister on a ton of chores (ie- putting laundry in the dryer and cleaning the bathroom). So first she was pissed cuz my sister didn't finish and I didn't get up. Then she asked me what time I got home and I couldn't lie, so I told her that it was 1am. Needless to say, she was really pissed off. Great start for the day. THEN, she got mad at me in the afternoon becuase I refused to drive her and my sister to BJ's. I'm not very comfortable driving to begin with, haven't done it in 4 months and the way there requires driving on very busy streets. So she left in a funk and I sulked in my room for a good while.
I didn't do much work... again. I'm not doing any work now, as usual. I seem to have lost any and all motivation for anything. sigh... Oooooo I have pie from home. I think I'll go eat that...
Friday was a blast. I went bowling with friends at the 24 hour bowling place. I left my house around 9, but we didn't actually get there till about 10 because we stopped at McDonald's so that people could eat. (not me, I ate at home) So we had a game and just generally goofed-off. I was supposed to be home at 11, but when we started our second game at 10:50, I was good and called home so my parents wouldn't wait up. I had so much fun. Well, except for the sketchy guy who tried to hit on me. I was buying ice cream from the vending machine and he's like, "let me get that one and I'll buy you another." I just said no thank you and walked away. We then went to my friend's house because she wanted pictures. It was fun and so totally worth getting back home at 1 in the morning.
Saturday was not so much fun. I was supposed to get woken up by my sister by 11 as per my mother's orders. I didn't get up at 11 though and when my mom got home to find me still in bed, she was pissed. Appaerntly, she'd set my sister on a ton of chores (ie- putting laundry in the dryer and cleaning the bathroom). So first she was pissed cuz my sister didn't finish and I didn't get up. Then she asked me what time I got home and I couldn't lie, so I told her that it was 1am. Needless to say, she was really pissed off. Great start for the day. THEN, she got mad at me in the afternoon becuase I refused to drive her and my sister to BJ's. I'm not very comfortable driving to begin with, haven't done it in 4 months and the way there requires driving on very busy streets. So she left in a funk and I sulked in my room for a good while.
I didn't do much work... again. I'm not doing any work now, as usual. I seem to have lost any and all motivation for anything. sigh... Oooooo I have pie from home. I think I'll go eat that...