Friday night Meridith and I watched Alexa while Mom, Dad, Clarke, and Aliesha were at the Pearl Awards. I fell asleep on their couch at about 8:00 while Meridith was watching "Holes" and Lex was playing with her playhouse. I woke up at around midnight, Meridith was asleep. Mom and Dad picked us up near 1:00 and said they were too tired to take me to my apartment. Instead I watched "The Pink Panther" in the basement til 4:00 a.m., then fell asleep there on the chair.
Saturday I got to use George (/Jake/Wilson/The VW, whatever) and went shopping. I was trying to find the Fathers Day present I picked out a few months ago. I had to backorder it. Oh well. Dad will get his present on my birthday, apparently. I bought some shoes (cute white strappy 3 in. heels sandals) for $11.00 and a pink cardigan for $9.95. I surprised myself by walking out a lot of stores without buying anything. That's pretty rare with me (that could be the root of my money problems).
I bought some Jamba Juices and Einsteins Bagels for Mom and Me because we were going to go shopping together in the afternoon. I brought them home to an empty house. Meridith came home a few hours later. I drank both of the Jamba Juices because they were melting (or ummm...separating, whatever). I spilled my cranberry one on my white linen skirt (GENIUS!) so it I had to let it soak. The only pants I could find were my old brown spandex-y ones that I wore practically every day Junior year.
I decided to take advantage of the bathtub (because my apartment has only a shower that is about 3 feet wide by 4 feet long) So I took a bubblebath. :-D
So then I was sitting there with wet curly hair, wild bangs, and brown spandex-y pants on when The Honeyman called and said he was on his way over. ...great.
Honeyman ran me by my apartment so I could change my pants (after MUCH mocking on his part, dork). Then we went over to Strawberry Days Carnival in Pleasant Grove.
We rode The Scrambler, I got checked out by a freaky Carnie, Honeyman got a carmel apple and a corndog, and I got cotton candy. They closed down at 10:30 so we left to visit The Money at the Shell. After talking to him for a few minutes we went to my apartment and watched Arachnophobia til 1:00.
Sunday I was up and dressed by 11:00 (which is rare) and found out the meeting I was ready for (at 11:45) wasn't happening. Yay. So I had 2 hours to kill. I blasted TrueVibe (a Christian boyband whom I met a few years ago) on J's CD player and sat at the kitchen table with a Coke and Vogue.
I walked up the Hill-of-Death with The Roomies and went to Choir Rehearsal. The accompanist was PSYCHO. She demanded we weren't singing in church because "The choir is far far from ready. It's horrible. I am not ready, either. This is a horrible song, a horrible arrangement, it's all just terrible! There is absolutely no modulation! It's just horrible!" (Which made me laugh because it was one of our pieces. I told my dad and he said, "That one is most definitely not a horrible arrangement. It's actually one of the best." She had arranged for her roommate to sing a solo (which was horrid, I'll expand later), instead.
I wore my khaki wrap skirt with a white tank top topped with my new pink cardigan and my single pearl necklace. It was pretty cute. :)
I cut Eve's hair at 8:30 last night. She had been asking me to do it for quite a few weeks. It turned out well, I'm glad. After doing that we went to Ward Prayer in the parking garage. I was in an EXTREMELY SILLY mood. I rarely get in those while at my Boring-As-Heck apartment. The RS President went to hug me and I wrapped my leg around her legs. Oops, thats a habit. Hahahahahaha. I apologized while laughing and she said, "No, no. My sisters and I do that. It brings me back, actually." Wow, I was totally silly. I went into apt 22 because they had popsicles they were trying to get rid of. The new guy, Sean, I think, went with us. (more on the weird convo I had with Sean last week later) Eventually I was talking hair with Vince and The-Dude-Whose-Name-I-Never-Remember and I was so loud and annoying. I try to get myself to shut up during those moods, but I have no restrain over my mouth. At one point Vince said, "The only thing I'm bad at is layers." and I said, very loudly, "Oh, I LOVE doing layers!!!" Somebody shut me up, please?
Later I changed into my Cheetah-print pajama pants and a white tshirt and turned on Sense and Sensibility. It is one of the few DVDs that will play on my piece of crapola player.
The Honeyman called and said that The Toddler still hadn't called him (since Thursday afternoon) and that he was all depressed and he was on his way over.
Honeyman made himself a snowcone and complained I was abusing our child by leaving the SnowCone Maker out of its box in the closet. Hahaha. He couldn't find his blue margarita glass and I found it in the back of the cupboard above the fridge. He asked me why I put it there, I said, "It was NOT me." I knew he was going to take that as an opportunity to do what I was too wimpy to do: stand up against The Roomies for putting my stuff way away and have all of their stuff everywere. J and K had moved all of the stuff in the fridge around. Honeyman couldn't find the snowcone flavors. I told him they were in a row in the back of the fridge. He asked why in the world I did that, and I told him, "It was NOT me!" J was standing there looking a tad guilty. She said, "Kim did it. ...I helped her." Honeyman said, "That's a bunch of crap. What is this, Kim World?" Hahahahaha!!! I loved it.
There was a Real World marathon on so we watched that for two hours. Normally I sit on the long couch and Honeyman sits on the smaller couch across the room. But I was still in a silly, giggly mood and he said, "Come sit by me." So I layed on the long couch with my head on his leg. Which, unfortunately, made it easier for him to block my view of the TV when I wasn't listening to what he was saying. Hahaha.
When we got to an episode The Honeyman had already seen we left on a drive. We went past The Toddler's house twice. She was home and her bedroom light was on. Her curtains were open a bit and I suggested we do a lil bit o' stalking, but Honeyman refused because of possible repercussion from her dad if he were caught. Party pooper. But then he said that when we are in a car that she doesn't know we'll do it. Yay! I haven't done some good old-fashioned stalking in a long time!
While complaining about The Toddler Honeyman said, "Sometimes I sit and think, 'why do I not date Susannah and fall in love with her?' But then I think, 'who would I go to to escape?' Because really, when we're married and I need a night off I won't have someone to call up and hang out with and make fun of people in dumb clothes with!" Hahaha.
Last week was Kelly birthday and I haven't called her yet. What a jerk am I? I need to call Sarah. I miss having silly friends. Sarah is a blast and a half with (well, and without) binoculars. Haha! Nikki is silly, but not quite the same. I like my Sing-at-the-top-of-your-lungs, wave-at-random-people, follow-someone-for-a-few-blocks-merely-because-its-funny, all-the-windows-down ALL WHILE IN THE CAR friends like Sarah, Honeyman, Amanda, and strangely, Brady. It just makes things more fun when you are so lighthearted.
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