OH SHIT, MARCO!

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY. I totally forgot that it was yesterday... But then I saw it on Anette's blog and felt horrible for forgetting! Oh Marco, forgive me! Please! May you have another year of epic headbanging, hair flipping, bass rocking, and godly singing.

Anyways, today was crazy. Sarah promptly showed up at 10:30, and we were all like, where's Heather? So she texts us at 10:55 saying she was on her way, but then calls us 20 minutes later saying she got in a wreck right outside my neighborhood. Her back left headlight/bumper was completely smashed in... it was awful.

After a few phone calls, we ventured out to Arlington. It was a long drive and apparently my Tolltag doesn't work at DFW airport, which caused issues, ugh. But then we made it to Bill's house and he showed us his GIANT STUFFED LION. His dad won it in a poker game... it's majestic. So majestic. Then we all went to the mall and checked out this epic huge Gamestop! Of course, we were all getting hungry, so we went over to Ihop to get some pancakes. Our server was a guy named Shannon who HATED his life and us. He thought we were juniors. Whatevs, we still had a bitchin' time.

Then we went back to Bills's house, pushed the seats down, and hung out in the back of my car. It was really fun until we had to go home... LAME. Drive home, ladeedaa... So we get back to my house, and as Heather is getting out of the car, he phone falls screen down on the concrete and shatters! Silently, she went into my house and ran upstairs to cry in my bathroom. Aww, poor girl. We were a little late to floor painting, but that's ok. She said, "I wonder what I did to get this kind of bad karma!" Well shit, maybe you shouldn't be such an ass to me, Sarah, and Jamie!

Anyways. Floor painting was fun! Scott put Victor and me in charge of cutting tarps to add onto the floor and taping off sections... oh God, we had too much fun. See, while Victor is totally an enigma, he's still fun to hang with because we kind of have the same retarded sense of weird humor. He said we should go to this cool Dallas local artist mural painting thing. I'm game. We were supposed to go get Canes after painting, but dad wanted me home. Lame.

And sooooo we're home now, just chillin and drinking hot chocolate. Well, it's cooled off now. Lukewarm chocolate? Fair enough. I want to write a good chunk of that letter tonight so I can not die at work tomorrow. Oh shit, I have to wake up early for work. God dammit! Maybe it's time for bed...

xx I Studied Silence To Learn The Music Marz