"T" 'em Up
As much as I've complained, I really do like this rowdy team.
After the game, Kimber and I reminisced about the days of 8th grade basketball. Ah yes, Coach Parkhurst. Jeez,Oh Pete. I don't like growing up.
It's quite odd that I am yet to get a cold or the flu this school year. However, I have been struck with Infantigo twice. What the heck, man?
Joe got his wisdom teeth out. This means I'm on shake duty.
Dad "Who Tivo-ed Aqua Team Hungerforce?"
Mom "I didn't even know how to work our old TV...remotes, everywhere"
Dad "Well, who did?"
Mom "We could always watch it"
Dad "You want to watch a show about Meatwad and Mastershake?"
Mom "It's Sunday"
I am proud to say that the Saints did not finish the season with the worst record in the NFL. Ha, take that Houston.
The year 2006 terrifies me. I turn 18 and will therefore be considered an "adult".
I just spent a signifcant amount of time at the Jones store. I set out to look for new perfume- which is moronic because I own over 6 (yes, 6) enormous 3.4 oz bottles of genuwinely good-smelling purfume as it is. I smelt and sampled every one that caught my eye. The only thing I walked out of there with was a headache.
I went to Gordmans with my cousin. She wanted Burberry Brit (which, if you payed attention to the above paragraph, I already own a 3.4 oz bottle). When she asked the sales person if it was real, and not a synthetic version, the lady responded with:
"Oh, yes. That's Boooburry Brit."
Needless to say, she was not convincing.
Christmas was great- as it always is. Believe it or not, my mom loves Christmas as much-if not more- as I do. However, I won't enjoy the "budget" we're on immediately following it.
One of my favorite Christmas presents I received yesterday. Just about two weeks after Christmas Day. Yeah, that's right- an Ebay gift certificate. Thanks, Kimbee.
I miss last year's French class.
I wore my destroyed sparkle jeans non-stop.
"Elton John called, he wants his pants back."
I've toned up since then. They, like the other 10 pairs of jeans I own, are too baggy for my sorry excuse for an ass.
I've got an Office party to plan. Jello, anybody?
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