Hullo. This is how I looked like before I started to type this blog, as I stared at my computer screen in frustration trying to remember what happened to my fake twisty ring. This is probably a testament to my personality - I feel emotionally attached to inanimate objects. Apparently so much so that I feel guilty for loosing them. Maybe it's just my lack of sleep though, because I've only especially felt this way the past week and a half (where I've gotten at the very most, 6 hours of sleep per day).
Gah, I forgot what point I was getting to. Oh yeah, me and the Bestfriend (along with my posse that consisted of daddy dearest, my lovely sister who I now affectionately call Farticus (not because she has gas issues...I just like the name) and the younger two siblings) went to a hockey game. The game was boring for most of the first half, and it seemed as if the home team players were either having a hard time getting focused or just "sleeping". But then again, what do I know about hockey? It could have been a great game and I, as a non-sports enthusiast, could have interpreted it wrongly.
I do appreciate the random entertainment that is grown men picking fights and hitting each other with their hockey sticks. Although, the inevitable crashing and slamming into the wall seems painful. Also, these games get me into a pretty relaxed and calm state, so it's great for relieving stress.
We went shopping for plates and shrimp poppers after leaving the game early to avoid parking traffic. Bestfriend and I smelled tangerines and she made me a ring out of a green bag twisty. I put it on my desk, but forgot about it when I dusted the desk off. I don't know where it went. -insert sadness here-
I'm going to bed now, because Mom wants me to be upstairs by at the very most midnight from now on. It's part of her project for fixing my odd sleeping habits and lack-of-sleep-personality. I hope I have nice dreams. For the past two nights I've been dreaming about the same people. Maybe it's because I've been thinking about them a lot.
You know what's really disappointing? Thinking about people and building them up in your head based on memories that you have about them, only to be severely disappointed when you meet the real thing and they're nothing like what you expected/you just don't "click" like you want yourselves to.
I apologize for my overuse of parenthesis, commas, and for my dreadful run-on sentences. Ah, but this is the beauty of the personal blog, no one needs to read it and grade it, so I'm free to make as many grammatical errors as I forget to fix. Haha.
I do appreciate the random entertainment that is grown men picking fights and hitting each other with their hockey sticks. Although, the inevitable crashing and slamming into the wall seems painful. Also, these games get me into a pretty relaxed and calm state, so it's great for relieving stress.
We went shopping for plates and shrimp poppers after leaving the game early to avoid parking traffic. Bestfriend and I smelled tangerines and she made me a ring out of a green bag twisty. I put it on my desk, but forgot about it when I dusted the desk off. I don't know where it went. -insert sadness here-
I'm going to bed now, because Mom wants me to be upstairs by at the very most midnight from now on. It's part of her project for fixing my odd sleeping habits and lack-of-sleep-personality. I hope I have nice dreams. For the past two nights I've been dreaming about the same people. Maybe it's because I've been thinking about them a lot.
You know what's really disappointing? Thinking about people and building them up in your head based on memories that you have about them, only to be severely disappointed when you meet the real thing and they're nothing like what you expected/you just don't "click" like you want yourselves to.
I apologize for my overuse of parenthesis, commas, and for my dreadful run-on sentences. Ah, but this is the beauty of the personal blog, no one needs to read it and grade it, so I'm free to make as many grammatical errors as I forget to fix. Haha.
