OMG You Guys — Pandorah's Box

It's been a while it feels like. This shit cold and whatever the hell else I have has been continuously knocking me on my ass for almost two weeks. I feel like I can be normal, you know, do normal things, so I do them. And them KA-BLAMMO! I am done and need to sleep.

Anyway...

So I went and visited my folks this weekend. Dave's brother turned 40 and there was a big surprise party planned for him. It was fun! Tons of good food (which I didn't really eat...FUUUUUCK), and fun times. Also, I peaced out super early and didn't really say goodbye to anyone. My favourite way to go. Make an appearance, make everyone love you, and then make them all miss you. Haha! That didn't happen, the missing part. I just like to flatter myself.

We took the bus to the 'rents. We still ghetto like that. No fancy cars for these two bums. My parents live about an hour outside of the city. Look guys! Grass!

My beautiful sister. My photo skills this weekend leave much to be desired. Just wasn't into it for some reason.

Funny, this video. My sister and I are COMPLETE opposites when it comes to...oh, everything. She makes sure she looks good, I don't give a shit. We listen to VERY different music, meaning mine is good and hers is bad (just kidding Krista!). One thing that my sister loves to do is play her music for me. She knows I don't like it, but she gets all excited and is all "OMG! You NEED to hear this song!". Her enthusiasm about it is what makes me not want to drag myself underneath the car.

See? I even dance a bit. A little sick dance, just for you.

Aw look. Princesses.

That's one sick, dirty princess.

Oh man, the hair. This is what rain does to it. And uh, not brushing it ever.

The day of the big surprise party. Dave and I had to go on a reconnaissance mission to Future Shop because he needed to plug his external hard drive into a Mac. He needed to email something to himself. I had to stand guard. We looked like we were up to no good.

I came into two necklaces this weekend. The camera one I bought for five dollah, and the key my mom gave me. The key one is some bling I tell you. Expensive, I love it. Especially since I didn't have to pay for it. Once we tell ourselves we deserve expensive things and believe it to be true, things come to you. And why not? We work our asses off to pay our bills and be responsible human beings. Why wouldn't we deserve something nice every once in a while?