Anyways, after I finished my crap on Friday, I went to lunch, Emily called me dumb and told me I wouldn't remember, and then I came back to the room and slept for I think about an hour? Then I packed my bags, picked up Jess Clarke, and headed for Lansing. I was able to stay awake on the drive home thanks to the help of some Underoath and conversations with Clarke. Gotta love screamo and Doofer.
I got home and took a shower because, to be honest, I couldn't quite remember when the last time I had taken one was. It may have even been Tuesday. I realize this is disgusting. It is not something I am proud of, but personal hygiene wasn't really number one on my list last week. I laid on the couch and watched the Office while I waited for Liv and Marissa to come over. Wes ended up stopping by too, and we skyped with Stacey. It's kind of funny, I remember the night being fun, but it's a little blurry to me. I remember playing euchre and Wes and I winning, and laughing and saying a lot of things that I realized after the fact I shouldn't say in front of boys. Wesley dropped his gum on Olivia's shoulder and then ate it, and Marissa mixed up Mickey Mouse and McDonald. She had only had one hour of sleep too. But it all almost seems like a dream. I wonder if that's what being drunk is like....
Since then, I can't say that I've caught up on sleep, but I'm actually participating in some, so that's good. It has greatly improved from Friday's 1:36 unconscious to conscious ratio.
Saturday, I got to see my niece and nephews of all shapes and species (two of my nephews happen to be dogs), and also my cousins. I had potato bologna for dinner which is some traditional Swedish dish that is also an Olson tradition. It's pretty much like meatloaf put in casings. I found out this weekend that casings are made out of intestines. I have been eating the skin on potato bologna for years. This is not okay. I feel like I found out my favorite love song was written about a sandwich. Not really. I just feel like I found out that I have been digesting something that another animal has used to digest. Probably because that's exactly what happened. Sick.
After dinner, we all piled in my sister's hot tub. I hate that all of my friggen cousins who have birthed 2-3 children have better abs than me. What the heck? Since when does childbirth give you great abs? It doesn't. Stupid. Neither does DC food, but you don't see that having the reverse effect on me! Whatever. After that, we came back in and I watched them make Grandma's rolls. I figured I had a valid excuse to be a watcher, and I was a great encourager, let me tell you. "Great job rolling that dough! Excellent sugar to cinnamon ratio! Those ingredients are excellently proportioned." So obviously I did my part. The night ended up being more fun than I was expecting. I only had one child-bearing detail that made me cringe (tearing will never be a word I can hear without crossing my legs), and the only other downside was looking down and realizing my sister's dog had pretty much puked on my foot. Just my pinky toe. But nonetheless. There goes another pair of socks...
I woke up this morning to my sister kneeing me in the back. Intentionally. So that was cool. And then I got in a car and drove from the east side to the middle to the west side of the state. During this process, I unabashedly predicted that the Lion's would lose on my facebook status. Then, of course, 20 minutes later, they won their first away game since 2007. Figures. Also, I packed while listening to my parents battle with mapquest for about 40 minutes before I went downstairs and figured it out in one try. Ay. Senior Citizens. Then, of course, on the way out the driveway, the garage door broke. So my Mom and I ventured to GR and left my dad to fix our crooked garage door and I met up with Livvy. We went to Meijer and bought some Christmas presents and way more groceries than we probably needed, ate Chinese, and watched 500 Days of Summer. And now I am here.
And now I will go be unconscious.
These are my nephews :)
JD
and Rosco and Oscar
Cuties :)
You stayed up so late! hahaha. So i'm going to hide in my room. Anyway, I think we did buy too many groceries. If cameron says we bought a lot, we bought a lot. hahhaa.
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