This was a lost weekend. PAD stuff everyday. Friday was a barbeque and vollyball game, I got had some punch and a beer and left. Saturday was Maryland Day, PAD was face painting and I volunteered (under duress by the way) for 2 hours. Got some sun on my face but it was more tiring then I thought it would have been. Little kids are greedy man! beware. Sunday was the "free" car wash. We asked for donations. I was there for about two hours. Cars came in green with pollen, it was gross.
I have a test tomorrow that I haven't studied for, I am so tired I could collapse, and my nose is stuffed. Today I thought it was Thursday and when I finally remembered it wasn't, I didn't even bother to figure out what day it actually was. I need a weekend.
I am honest, but I know when to keep my mouth shut. That includes being fake nice to you if necessary because I also believe…
There is no excuse for rudeness.
I always keep my word and if for some reason I don’t, I will apologize like there is no tomorrow and maybe even give you a present.
I may look cool on the outside, but inside I am all dork.
I am vain but insecure.
I own over 20 Star Trek the Next Generation action figures, all in their original box. Oh and large replicas of the Enterprise, Romulan Warbird and Klingon ships. I am the epitome of hip.
I have better taste in music than you.
I can drink you under the table.
Most girls annoy me too much to hang out with.
I am one of the most untidy people you will ever meet.
All my favourite tv shows get cancelled.
I am insistently loyal. I am Lassie.
Fish creep me out.
The only thing I am afraid of are ghosts.
I’ve only ever wished for one thing on every birthday cake, every first star I see tonight, every eyelash on my cheek. And no, I won’t tell you what it is.
I want to get in a fistfight so I can show off my mad skills.
I hate packing but always need to pack.
I will never loose what it means to be from New York.
Sometimes I do things just because I think it will make someone fall in love with me but it’s when I stop doing them that someone does.
Some of my family are so terrible that I truly believe my life would have been better without them.
Some of my family are so amazing that I can’t believe my good fortune in being related to them.
I have the world’s greatest friends. Hands down. I swear. Trust me, they are better than yours. I collect them like wine. I am very picky. But not about wine funnily enough.
My birthday is December 12, 1980. My lucky number is 12. I have a gorgeous and fascinating younger sister; I have a very tall and erudite little brother. My mother is one of the kindest and funniest people I have ever known; my father is brilliant, creative and couldn’t possibly make me love him anymore.
