3:00, Sunday
Sofy:
I’m all sick again. It’s this damn cold weather that makes everybody runny-nosed and depressed with all its windy grayness. I have to keep the tissue box right next to me because I sneeze every two seconds, and I’m wearing so much clothes I look like a snowman, I swear. My stomach also hurts because I ate too many pancakes for breakfast and too much curry for lunch. And those two do NOT mix well. Especially when breakfast is at 11:30 and lunch is at one.
Yesterday night my brother came into my room and I just knew he was gonna ask something, but before he did, we had a pretty interesting conversation about things that aren’t interesting. He kept trying to say something, and I was looking at our blog search terms thingies, so he only got to say “If you help me, I’ll-” before I interrupted him with something stupid, like “Hey, what’s ‘karate footjob’? What’s footjob? Does it have anything to do with handjobs or other kind of ‘jobs’? Or is it just a job about feet?” or “Who would search ‘vibrators and pregnancy’, in quotes, and get to our blog?” I’m so retarded sometimes, am I not? (And now we’re gonna get even more weird people getting to our blog)
Turns out he just wanted me to make waffles with him, and he ended up convincing me. It was fun. We talked about school, movies, books, anything. And the waffles were goooood.
(Stops writing so that she can blow her nose)
So now it’s three o’clock. The end of the weekend. And I still have the end of a portuguese book to read, part of an English essay to do, and the 4th American Pie movie to watch (No Alyson Hannigan in it, but I watched the first three, so whatever). And I’m so not in the mood to do these things…not even the movie. If Alyson was in it, I would watch it right now (Well, actually I’d have watched it before), but she isn’t so I’m not that much looking forward to it.
