From here on out, co-conspirator will be now known as CoCo. Try and keep up
Its a Friday night, I’ve had an entire bottle of wine (with no effects) and I’m trying my hardest to procrastinate on my take-home test from Geology.
I’m currently chatting on MySpace with a guy I haven’t talked to since high school. I really don’t have anything to say, but he initiated the convo so I’m trying to be polite [as well as continue in my mission of procrastination]. Its a whole new way of awkward converstation with old acquaintances you never intended to “catch up” with.
Ok, maybe it isn’t that awkward, but you know what I mean. Somewhat on the same note, I was doing the math the other day [surprise surprise] and discovered my 10 year reunion will be in T minus THREE YEARS. WHERE HAS ALL THE TIME GONE???
Not to mention, on the Mister’s birthday he mentioned being “halfway to 50”. HOLY CRAP. I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m really 17 and I’m being punk’d by Ashton. As soon as he pops out of wherever he’s hiding, I’m punching him right in the throat. DO YOU HEAR THAT ASHTON? YOU BETTER BE SHAKING IN YOUR HI-TOPS.
OH and boy do I have a serious math confession for you all.
Are you ready for this? Take a deep breath, you’ll never believe it.
I hate graphing
I guess I’m being a bit
dramatic hasty. If all I have to do is input an algorithm on my graphing calculator, then I’m kosher with it. Easy peasy. Its when I have to actually draw out the graph, plot points and draw lines that kill me. I’ve never been able to draw a perfect circle. With points plotted, my circle becomes even less round. We’re beginning graphing trig functions on Monday. Kill.Me.Now. Just stick a mechanical pencil in my ear and hammer it into my brain. And for all of you out there who just want to blame it on laziness. I AM THE LAST PERSON IN THE WORLD OF MATH THAT WOULD BE CONSIDERED LAZY. I work out every small thing on every new line. Its my “thing”. Its how I roll. Don’t ever insult me by telling me my math is lazy, YOUR FACE IS LAZY. ::Deep breaths:: sorry, just don’t mess with me and my math, just sayin’.
I have so much more to update you on, but for the life of me I can’t remember a bit of it. I need to start taking notes when I think of things because obviously my mental post-it notes are failing me epically.
First and foremost
Valentine’s day is coming and I think this holiday is even worse than all other holidays put together with cheesy crap you can buy for people. Case in point:
Papa John’s has a special going on right now that they’ll make you a heart pizza! Its only available for 4 days so get yours now! What better way to spend a romantic evening with your loved one than eating heartburn inducing grease on crust?
I do have to warn you though,
being the minion I am because I love pretty hearts, I demanded we get one earlier this week, and apparently the good folks at the Papa John’s here in town are far from artists. I’m not hating on them though, they never claimed to be Picaso.
Moving on with our love disasters, have you seen the commercials for the pajama grams? I can kind of see that being a big hit with some, but one in particular makes me
laugh hysterically until I cry go into a full on seizure from laughing so hard. Why its the old fashioned “hoodie footie”!
they ease your worries about whether or not its the right gift by saying “Its like a hug from you that she can wear!” I don’t know about you ladies, but I’ve always wanted to wear a hot pink velour
enclosed hot dog casing of death hug, and now I can!
Don’t worry though, for men you can give them this so its your own personal wearable hug! I bet he’d be so excited, he’d be speechless!
TIME OUT. Look at how overly excited they are about these stupid things!
Who knew you could be a superhero and play hopscotch all while wearing a hug! My oh my technology sure has advanced.
In the good faith of the holiday
and I’m still trying to suck up I made the officers cookies for V-day. They aren’t your average cookies though. It took three colors
And a lot of hands on rolling, but I made some badass cookies if I do say so myself.
And being the terrible wife I am, I am dragging the Mister to see that Valentine’s day movie with all those celebrities on Sunday. I usually don’t take him to see cheesy chick flicks with me, but this one I don’t think will be on video later so he’s kind of screwed.
Caio for now! [<– it rhymes]