I guess SKY'S the limit...

I know it's late, and I know I probably should be in bed. That's just like, I probably should have done my homework instead of watch Spiderman for hours on end. I should have done my chores before I left, and I should have asked for an application while at Family Video. I should have finished my application for Big Lots, and I'm probably going to regret not doing many things on Monday. That's so human of me, isn't it? Always looking back on things and saying I should've done this or I should've done that (or shouldn't have). The highlight of my day was definitely getting scolded by an English major because I made up the word "bajillion". Then laughing at how she acted after I told her that English was my major also.

What else did I do...let's see here: I played GTA Vice City for a while today, played online black jack today, went out and bought batteries for my cars remote unlocker thing, and wasted lots of water spraying Judy's cats which never seem to learn either way. Towards the end of the day, Dad and Judy left to play "apples to apples" with family, while I hunkered down and (at 7:30pm) I got my blankets, snacks, soda, movies, and wiener dog, and nested in to watch Spiderman 1 and2. Since Taylor couldn't come over this weekend (totally understandable) Tobey Maguire kept me company with the sizzling Kirsten Dunst. When the movies ended and Dad and Judy went to bed, I was about to myself when I decided to write this blog. Don't you feel special?

Nick wasn't even here and he managed to piss me off. He texted me saying that he knew for a fact that he wasn't going to be able to give me a ride to Delta on Monday, because he was going to be out late. I said, "Whatever, tell Matt I said thanks". He asked what for. I said, "Oh, just being my Matty." Nick said I made no sense and that he wasn't playing messenger boy for us anymore, I said he never did and all he said was yep. I told him don't try to play victim. He acts as if Matt and I are still fighting when in reality, we haven't even spoken to each other in about ten months. I'm tired of his pissy attitude he gets before and after seeing Matt, as if the product of his visit was somehow my fault. Tell Matt to grow a pair and date some prissy. Seriously, how damaged can a guy be after not being able to be with a woman half his age? Hm...that's right, I'm a woman now aren't I...?