Say it to mah face, bitch.

First off, ew. There is an unidentified man in my house caressing my mother. I think she knows him because she's letting him do it. Maybe a new boyfriend. wouldn't be a shock to me. She kind of hinted about it. Well, not about a "boyfriend", but about a "guy" she is "seeing" and I think he "works with her" at her "job". Ok, done quoting.

Anywhosits. Let  me continue. The title of this entry is dedicated to my lovely "friends" and how they make statuses on aim that are clearly talking to one person and well... it's annoying. Like, honestly. Say it to mah face, not to everyone else. They don't care. I know I don't.

On Tuesday night, Nicky and I quasi-decided that we're going to Vermont this summer for marital purposes. It wouldn't be recognized in Pennsylvania though. That sucks, but it's better to have an unrecognized marriage than none at all. I almost started planning it, but I was too excited and I could barely even type.

On Wednesday... well, that's really a blank. Honestly. I do not remember anything. This is sad.

Thursday... I was with my mom all day. We went to Panera's and then to Micheal's. We also went to Staples and Wegman's, but that was only for like 5 minutes. My mom bought semi-exotic fruits, such as golden raspberries. Then, we got home but Nicky had gone to play basketball with his brothers after work so I just sat around with my mom and we chilled. I guess I must have fallen asleep because Nicky woke me up at 6:30 and he chilled with us. My mom and Nicky made some food. We went upstairs for a while. Til 10 or so, and after that, I got online until like, 2 ish maybe.

Today, I woke up at 9. Then I got some food and tried to be creative. That failed. Since then, I've gone to pee about 24 times. I have peed a lot today and I have no idea why. I only drank one little juice box anyway. It's really weird. But anyway. So, I have just been sitting around trying to either draw or write something. The writing was almost successful. Almost. Drawing, no. Not at all. I failed.

Nicky gets home in about a half hour. I think I'll let him relax for a bit and then hound him to go out. I want to go to the book store and I'm really craving french fries... so, maybe Burger King. I like their fries.

Anyway, that's all.

-Peter

I really have no title. I hate coming up with them.

Well, Monday. Yeah. I didn't go to school today. It just... wasn't in the cards, I guess. Instead, I stayed home and puttered around me room... made some soup... ate an orange... drank some tea... started this... thing... that... I'll finish later. Perhaps.

Last night, Nicky and I saw Repo Men. It was actually pretty good. I liked the directing and the action was rad. There was a scene where Jude Law's character took a hacksaw and whipped it around in slow motion and missed everyone' neck except the last guy and the blood spatter was awesome. Also, the ending was a complete shock. Neither Nicky nor I expected it... but, I don't want to ruin it. Even though no one reads this.

Also, last night we went to Taco Bell and Nicky got me a giant sody all for me... and I drank it and I got so hyper. I scheduled a date for larp-battles with Alex next week. It's going to be awesome. We're getting swords and shit. I also made a list of things I need, which I'll post here now:

1. Alex
2. Two plastic swords, Alex is providing his own.
3. a makeshift battle arena
4. Spring Break.
5. Cherry Pepsi/Sprite
6. Sammiches
7. Heman marathon
8. Couch cushion fort
9. Sweet battle names

So, yeah. some time next week, Alex is taking two days off of work to stay over and battle. It will be awesome.

I promised Nicky I'd go to school everyday for the rest of the week. Ugh. But, this is the last week before Spring Break... and that's 10 entire days including weekends. So, that's cool. I might make it a nice even 11 though... depends.

Also, I have to get Nicky good on April fool's day. I got him ok last year... I told him I was breaking up with him... he was so upset, it was so cute. Then he got me with something after that. Ah well. I'm expecting him to try something anyway. And Alex. He got me good a few times.

Ah, oh well. Stay classy,

-Peter