I should be sleeping.
Kay, I feel better and stuff.
Brian got Alayna and I into the movies for free, because he's a valued Palace Theater employee and all. Unfortunately, Chris had to pay. And by Chris had to pay, I really mean that Brian paid for him out of the kindness of his heart. I think that Denny's might be a new habit that we've picked up.
We experimented with make-up. I had an eye shadow color called electric eel or some shit and Alayna pimped her fake eyelashes. She's right, though. We do look kind of high.
At Denny's, we had sort of a crusade to take a picture of Chris because he refused. Alayna was battling him. I think we scared the waitress a bit.
Matt got in on the face covering. I thought that he was on our side.
I finally got a shot of his face. Not a good one, mind you, but I won. He lost. I wanted to take a picture of Brian, but he was sitting next to me.
Mr. and Mrs. Smith was amazing; mostly because Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt are so fucking fine. I mean, that movie was like a wet dream. I was so pissed that that shit was PG-13, because I wanted to see some action.
I had to supervise a whole class all day, by myself. It was okay, though. We played Mafia and volleyball and they went swimming. But I'm kind of fucking tired. Like, I got home at 3 or something, went to bed at 3:50, and got up at 7:45. 'Twas ridiculous. I shall sleep all tomorrow.
Brian got Alayna and I into the movies for free, because he's a valued Palace Theater employee and all. Unfortunately, Chris had to pay. And by Chris had to pay, I really mean that Brian paid for him out of the kindness of his heart. I think that Denny's might be a new habit that we've picked up.
We experimented with make-up. I had an eye shadow color called electric eel or some shit and Alayna pimped her fake eyelashes. She's right, though. We do look kind of high.
At Denny's, we had sort of a crusade to take a picture of Chris because he refused. Alayna was battling him. I think we scared the waitress a bit.
Matt got in on the face covering. I thought that he was on our side.
I finally got a shot of his face. Not a good one, mind you, but I won. He lost. I wanted to take a picture of Brian, but he was sitting next to me.
Mr. and Mrs. Smith was amazing; mostly because Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt are so fucking fine. I mean, that movie was like a wet dream. I was so pissed that that shit was PG-13, because I wanted to see some action.
I had to supervise a whole class all day, by myself. It was okay, though. We played Mafia and volleyball and they went swimming. But I'm kind of fucking tired. Like, I got home at 3 or something, went to bed at 3:50, and got up at 7:45. 'Twas ridiculous. I shall sleep all tomorrow.