It's middle school all over again

My best friend just called my ex boyfriend from a restricted number, and goes 'You suck,' and hung up. I'm not going to lie, it really did make me happy.

Yeah, i'm immature. I know.

That's really the only part of my week that's been blog worthy.

Hooray for *67.

This is gonna be short

My brother is in some trouble, and we might be going there (there being Long Island) to go sort things out. So if I'm not in class tomorrow, you all know why. Things are just a little crazy right now. Sorry that I don't have more to say

::update::
Alrighty, plans have changed. We leave on Saturday for L.I. So i'll be there.

Tequila Mockingbird

Seriously needs to come out with the final version of 'Snowglobe' already.
That's been stuck in my head all week, man.

If you haven't heard of them, you're missing out.

Here's their myspace link
"Let me see you shake it like a snowglobe!"

Anddddddd since this is a blogging assignment, here's
Travie's Blog


Goodness Gracious Great Balls of FUUUUUUR!!! from Travie McCoy on Vimeo.

The Slow Clap

Can I get something off my chest here?
The slow clap bugs the hell out of me. If you're not familiar with the slow clap, it's where you clap with a good one to two second pause in-between. It's best done with a large group, and guys tend to pull it off better than girls.
I was leaving the bus today and some lovely boys from my bus did the slow clap. Now, what exactly is the point of that? It made me giggle, but then the neurotic part of my head was thinking 'are my pants ripped?, did I sit in something?' You know, just wondering what the joke was. I'm sure it wasn't meant in a mean way, but the neurotic part of my head takes over when stuff like that happens. I just smiled and said 'have a nice weekend.'
So, that's my message for the day. I hate the slow clap.

'Seventeen is just a test'

So, there's this dude in my gym class that is basically THE cutest thing ever. I see him all the time, and I'd love to get to know him better, yet I just can't talk to him.
Anyway, we were picking our groups (2-3) in the weight room, and he kept walking back and forth because he didn't have a partner. I thought about asking him to join our group (Erin was my partner), but then nerves got the best of me so I kept my mouth shut. I'm not really upset about the scenario, because he kept smiling and giggling when talking to the girl he ended up being partners with, so it's best that I didn't I guess. I just really hate being shy. It always gets you screwed over.

On a lighter note... Is that not THE greatest icon ever?
=]

Pie Pwnage

My mother had crazy amounts of work done on her jaw today, more than anticipated for sure.
The dentist told her that she's going to have to baby it for the next three weeks.
So, I thought i'd get her started on the right foot by making her some food she could enjoy without doing damage to her mouth.

I made green bean casserole for tonight, and I made tons of mac and cheese for tomorrow so she doesn't have to think about anything. Then I thought 'hey, as long as I'm on a roll, I'll try my hand at pie making.' Now, I'd like to think that i'm very good at baking, but pies were never some where I ventured. This isn't because I dislike them or anything, it's because my mom OWNS everyone at pie making. Her pumpkin pie is absolutely delicious, and always gorgeous. However, with a sore mouth, I'm sure pumpkin pie sounds really good so I went forward.

First off, I had no idea a pumpkin pie took so long to make. Second, I had no idea that you needed to cover your crust about fifteen minutes in. That's strange to me, but I don't argue with time tested truth. Around ten minutes or so ago, my pie came out of the oven. I took the tin foil off the edges, did the whole knife/toothpick test, and then put it on a wire rack as instructed. I had my mom come look at it and she said that it was really nice,and a whole bunch of other stuff.

I was like holy crap... The mother of all pie makers just said my pie was good! I was so happy. When I do something, I like to get it right. Plus, my mom is not one to lie about cooking skills [she prefers constructive criticism, as do I], so I knew she meant it!

I'm sorry if that was boring, but personally, it made me wicked happy. I love doing nice things for people, but I love it even more when they turn out just the way I had hoped!

I really absolutely hate snow

except for when it's falling like in a romantic movie.

Seriously, did anyone see how beautiful those big fat flakes of snow were?

It made even my cynical little winter-hating heart happy.