i am getting so sick of babysitting.
yesterday i hung out with my old school buddy, erica b. we hit up max & erma's and went to see bewitched. it was very good, no matter what the lame ass critics say. then she dragged me into reuhl, and i thought i was going to die. the guy outside was like, "what's up guys?" i looked at him, with fear in my eyes, and pleaded, "please don't hurt me." it was a frightening experience. we went back to the brillson's casa and ate panera. we played with my mace (not spelled "mase" apparently). i sprayed it, and then i don't know why, but i sniffed it. i was then fucked up/terribly honest all night. it was out of hand. we're both cheap asses and didn't want to drive, so we had amy fanning pick us up! meghan blew us off to go get ice cream with nicole in downtown westerville. we decided we'd go find them, but we didn't know where the ice cream place was, so we just went to meghan's. she was still home, and we surprised her. nicole picked us up, and we all went. she was supposed to meet some dude from facebook there. long story short, he was a big jerk and never showed. we ate and went back to meghan's and watched family guy. an excellllllllllent evening, if i do say so myself.
i babysat today...stupid brats. i went back later and told her i had to bounce at 7 and be somewhere at 7:30. she didn't come back UNTIL 7:30. i couldn't get a hold of liz, so i called julia, who talked to aileen, who dug around to find liz's number, who told julia, who told me. i tried to remember it mentally. needless to say, i talked to jamie three times tonight due to lack of typing the right number. i finally got to liz, we ate, talked, and then went to dq and played games. we got tickets and won prizes! then we went to see amityville horror...i screamed. fabulous times.
my big date that's been planned for weeks with meghan is tomorrow. be jealous.