I Don't Know About You, But I'm Feeling 22
"Another Tay Swizzle reference?" you ask me, concerned. Well yes, dear reader, I made ANOTHER T. Swifty reference for a post name. Hopefully I don't get sued for using one of her phrases. *Crosses fingers*
Today was, again, action-packed. My day started off with froot loops, the breakfast of champions! Just kidding, I'm not a champion (sorry, Queen). My grandma and I set out for my aunt's cool barn. No, it is not a barn with animals, or really even out in the country. She is transforming this big house into a place for artists to do retreats. I got the grand tour, and it looked pretty cool. We walked down the block to the little ice cream shack on the corner, and I got black cherry in a waffle cone (they didn't have any cherry chunks hiding in the ice cream, to my disappointment). I skipped my lunch in order to consume this treat, which I was regretting majorly later. I don't tend to get hangry (angry from hunger), but when I do, I turn into a little monster. Of course, I happened to get hangry while I was with my grandma. She just has that effect on people. We stopped by a grocery store, and I got to pick out a cupcake from the bakery (chocolate, of course). We also picked up some sushi for a late lunch. By the time we got home, it was 4:00 pm and I was ready to devour the sushi rolls. Naturally, my grandma decides to notice, right at my hungriest moment, that she just has to water the flowers. I was not happy. I went inside and waited. It took her twenty whole minutes to water those dang flowers. After she came back inside, I fixed up our plates for our sushi. I wolfed down three rolls before she asked me to teach her how to use chopsticks. I attempted to instruct her, but my heart wasn't in it, and we were both hungry. She resorted to utilizing her fingers as utensils. After we had finished up our (very) late lunch, I went downstairs to "nap" (hide and regain my strength, like a true introvert). At around 7, I went upstairs and we made Eggs Florentine for dinner. Should I capitalize that? Maybe? Eh, it'll stay like that. I wolfed that down, too.
About an hour later, I queued up "National Lampoon's Vacation" (the original) on Amazon. My grandma scooped up some pina colada ice cream for herself, and I grabbed my beautiful cupcake. Turns out Clarke Griswald is so much more of a creep than I remember in the Christmas movie. I hadn't seen the original before, and now I know why. Clarke was such a creepizoid throughout the entire film, and honestly he didn't deserve his wife, Ellen. There wasn't much humor in the entire movie, except one or two chuckle moments. My computer decided to quit with only ten minutes remaining. We were not sad that our movie night was cut short. I headed down to my dwelling, the basement, and my grandma headed off to her bedroom. I've been listening to Panic! at the Disco since, and let me tell you, it is not easy to write to. I love their album "Death of a Bachelor" and I desperately want to marry Brendon Urie. My male bisexual friend and I decided today that we would share Brendon Urie, except for at night, when we would take turns (his actual wife can suck it up). I've been trying to type out this post, but I keep getting distracted by the beauty of Brendon's voice. I can't help but sing along. I think one of my new favorite songs is "Victorious", and my other is "Vegas Lights", although I am currently jamming to "Golden Days". Another one of my favorites is "LA Devotee". When I saw them in concert, I hadn't really listened to them that much, but since then I have been listening to them almost exclusively. Seeing a band live is such a magical experience, and I highly recommend going to every concert you have the ability to attend.
I think I'm gonna end the post now, and continue reading "Daylighters", the 15th and final book in the Morganville Vampires series. ~Latez~
