I stayed home on friday (yes, friday counts as a weekend.. sheesh) to take care of the puppy and such, because my mom is somewhat paranoid about the puppies well being.
(sidnote: Thanks Shadow for reminding me to call, "The one with the hair")
Then, she comes home early from not feeling well and all, finally gets to sleep, and the phone rings. They wanted to speak to her, even though I said she was asleep. SO then I had to wake her up, give her the phone, get a glare... etc etc.
Turns out my uncle got this job that he's wanted for 3 or so years. Some director of something in the WCB (workers compensation board) And told us to come up to the campsite (Horne lake) that we were going to party all weekend.
My uncle doesn't drink. Nor party. So, it was funny as hell.
Somehow I get tricked into singing karaoke. All older music that I haven't heard in ages. It was fun.
Then, I worked on saturday, went over to Ashleys..
(Creepy sidenote: Every time I've gone over to Ashley's to sleep over, they've always made the same meal without realizing it, and the last time they've had it, was the last time I was there. They were going to make that dish last night, but realized that they always made it when I came over, and made somehting else. I felt special)
Then we went over to Neekoles, and invited her to stay over too.
More Karaoke, Gropage to the extreme, (oh, Neekole owns my ass now too, she said she wanted it) AND! The nightmare before christmas (lurve that movie, who doesn't?) Talked to Erin, who is ashley's old best friend from Prince george, who's moving here. We had to test her out and see if we would like her.
Then today we went to the mall, (Ash, Neekole and I) we were talking about Jason, and how we should go see if he was working, while sitting at the coombs place, and there walks Jason... Ta-dow! Soz, we hung out with him for a while, then went back to Ashley's house, played videogames... Then I got picked up and went home, hanging out with my soon-to-be step father, and two step-sisters. and a nephew too. (My very own twisted version of cinderella)
Then on here...
You've really read all this? Why? It's just me babbling on about my life. Can't be all that interesting.
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Yep, sorry, I think it's a morbid curiousity to be honest. People like reading about other peoples lives to distract from their own. Especially if the other person is wierder then they are...
And remind me not to remind you to remember to call that child. I wasn't even sure it was going to last this time and dropped a vaigue hint. Nothing personal, but I'm always the hobo that reminds you (when I'm around anyways).
Sorry, I'm going to pull a you tonight. All talking to you one minute and dashing off the next. But the explanation is here instead of there.
My family wants me to play poker, so I need to beat them before I go to bed in like 15 mins. Hopefully you'll understand.
I am usually on at this time of night anyways, so if you feel like talking (which is as wierd to me as me reading your blog is to you...)
... Anyways...
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