I normally don’t feel this way about being home. I actually wanted to come home for a change. It was mostly due to the fact that these past few weeks of school were annoying and a little hard. And I really had a good time at home over Thanksgiving. Anyway, I think I should talk a bit about last night, which in turn means I will talk about how amazing of a gal Ginnie is. Ginnie and I decided last night that we should go the Texas Road House as a “last hurrah” of sorts before I came home. Well, we got there and after an hour we got seated. The food, as usual, was delicious. We just chilled there and talked about all sorts of stuff from drugs to our disliking of kids to Girls Gone Wild. It was a really, really fun time. After that we went back to her place to play some Halo 2 online. Let me tell you this, I am *really* bad at FPSs. It is really the only genre, barring sports games, that I am genuinly bad at and have never had the patience to get better with. I like FPSs, I am just not good at them. It was a lot of fun though, even though a girl played so much better than me it would have been embarassing had I not been so enamoured with her skill/awesomeness.. and devilish good looks. We chilled at her place playing Halo 2 until about 12:30 or 1 or something around there. I always seem to lose track of time when I am with that girl. Anyway, after that I came home and pissed around until 3, then I went to bed. I got home today around 12 and that leads me into today’s events.
I don’t like kids, I think we all know this. But I feel obligated to “entertain” my Aunt’s 4 and 7 year old children. This is because my Aunt, Gramma, and Mom make me out to be this amazing guy that always wants to play with them. I like being made out as being awesome, but not to kids. At least they play video games. Anyway, this “entertainment” is just me throwing them at the ground and swinging them around wildly as they try to beat the piss outta me. The succeed at times, one actually broke the skin on my arm today with his scratching. I do enjoy kicking the hell outta these kids, but it gets old fast. Oh, trying to explain frequency modulation through a television set to a 4 year doesn’t work. He was asking me about how the tv changes pictures and stuff, so I tried to explain it to him. He just got silent and then screamed “LOOK BALLONS” in a highly excited voice. I’ll admit, it was funny.
In closing, Stat finals suck.
P.S. Sowers, you never filled my mom’s food dish. She is whining over here.
P.P.S I like cheese. Actually, I love cheese.