It is so. fucking. hot.
Me, my dad and my brother just walked home from the train station. What the fucking hell? The temperature is reaching torturous levels. Well, it's Memorial Day, which means it's pretty much Summer (do you capitalize that?). I will write about my three-day weekend later. For now,
is a cute picture I took today for you all to enjoy.
Okay, now I feel like writing about it. I'll make it quick.
Friday: Arrived at some crappy hotel in Manhattan. Saw Hamlet at Theater By the Blind, where some of the actors are visually impaired. One guy almost crashed into the wall. It was boring. I fell asleep twice. Then we went back to the crappy hotel and fell asleep.
Saturday: Awoke in the crappy hotel. Drove to Amanda's house, where I immediately showered. It wasn't until, like, five hours later that people started to arrive for her 16th birthday party thing. We did the usual stuff, like eat and play music. I fell asleep on the floor of her room. Eventually everyone left. Except for me, my dad, and my brother, who slept over.
Sunday: I went to church with them in the morning. It was funny, LOL. I drew lots of pictures. Later we left to go back to the city. We went to Chelsea Piers and went bowling. We met the San Pascuals there and did a lot of sweaty walking (approximately 5.8 miles!). Then my brother and I got dropped off at some other hotel, where my dad was waiting because he had left earlier. My mom had already gone to work. For dinner we went out for Indian food.
Monday: While we were walking around the city, there was a lady holding several bags and screaming into a cell phone. She was crying and yelling hysterically, "I am covered in debt!" and also something about a dog. A group of gay guys who walked past her were laughing at her. Sometime after, we took the train back home and decided to walk instead of having my mom come pick us up. And that's the end.
is a cute picture I took today for you all to enjoy.
Okay, now I feel like writing about it. I'll make it quick.
Friday: Arrived at some crappy hotel in Manhattan. Saw Hamlet at Theater By the Blind, where some of the actors are visually impaired. One guy almost crashed into the wall. It was boring. I fell asleep twice. Then we went back to the crappy hotel and fell asleep.
Saturday: Awoke in the crappy hotel. Drove to Amanda's house, where I immediately showered. It wasn't until, like, five hours later that people started to arrive for her 16th birthday party thing. We did the usual stuff, like eat and play music. I fell asleep on the floor of her room. Eventually everyone left. Except for me, my dad, and my brother, who slept over.
Sunday: I went to church with them in the morning. It was funny, LOL. I drew lots of pictures. Later we left to go back to the city. We went to Chelsea Piers and went bowling. We met the San Pascuals there and did a lot of sweaty walking (approximately 5.8 miles!). Then my brother and I got dropped off at some other hotel, where my dad was waiting because he had left earlier. My mom had already gone to work. For dinner we went out for Indian food.
Monday: While we were walking around the city, there was a lady holding several bags and screaming into a cell phone. She was crying and yelling hysterically, "I am covered in debt!" and also something about a dog. A group of gay guys who walked past her were laughing at her. Sometime after, we took the train back home and decided to walk instead of having my mom come pick us up. And that's the end.