Too Much Chocolate Milk

I think I'm going to vomit. Made a HUGE glass of the stuff and now I am too full to focus on my writing, which has been going extremely well.

I helped Fallon shop today. I didn't help really. I merely watched her stare at things and make comments.
While at Wal*Mart, she had one of her husband's friends mix her paint. He had on a tie that had a bunch of old 90's cellphones covering it.
Fallon - Look at his tie.
Me - That's funny.
Fallon - He made a call earlier from it.
AND THIS IS WHAT I SHOULD HAVE SAID:
Me - Fallon, the fashion interrogator.... 'What, are you making calls on that stupid tie, boy?!'
OR
Me - Did you have decent signal strength?
Mayyyyyybe the former sounds funnier in my head.

I am going to help the lass paint Sunday and stay the night at her house Saturday. I will blow the roof off the place, ha.

Did see a duck in the parking lot. I tried to get it to look at me, but the woman's car I was standing behind was getting aggravated since she wanted to back out. Ha.

Already bought tickets to this. A dream of mine is going to come true. Next is Swan Lake (the music is amazing) and an Opera, and a broadway (preferably Sweeny Todd or Chicago). Or The Mouse Trap. I love Agatha Christi -- but I would take my mother with me, alongside my sister, since my mother is a HUGE fan of the woman. the biggest.

Anyway, Background music for my writing because I am suddenly very tired.

Sexy Eyes

Just now....
Amanda - *knocks on door*
Me - What?
Amanda - Do you work tomorrow?
Me - No.
Amanda - Oooooooooh.
Me - But I'm planning on doing everything without you tomorrow.
Amanda - But Heather... Kingdom Hearts, Assassin's Creed, Doctor Who....
Me - Too bad! Made plans with myself.

Earlier today...
Amanda - I did tell you how horrible of a comedian he was before he went redneck, right?
Me - *not wanting to hear it said...* Yes, you have.
Amanda - *skeptically looks at me* No, I haven't.
Me - Yes, you have. What makes you think I would lie?
Amanda - I know you. I've lived with you for my whole life. You just don't want me to say it.
Haaaaaaaa.

When I arrived home from work, my mother and my sister were watching Bridezillas (go ahead and groan, I know). Except, the sound cut off every two to three minutes or so. They then told me that the internet was awful. So, they were just watching TV with it loading everything two to three minutes for at least two to three minutes. This is how bored we become. It's very, very sad.

I finally came up with a game plan to Seven Relics (title still in the works). Very excited.

In other news, wearing some white pajama pants. What's so special about that you may ask? They have pigs all over them, and in sporadic places, the words, "oink! oink!" written in cursive. Very happy I invested seven dollars. Downside.. They're kind of see-through. So, pink panties work, no?

On a brighter note...

I bought this absolutely horrid (and awesome) mug today with Alex:

That is all.

Can I get a 'Hell Yeah'?!

Last night was game night with the guys. Nothing really eventful but the game.

Alura and I are very, very sad that both our friends are leaving. Kristina (Alura's friend) is moving to Alabama. Marina is moving two hours away to Louisville (it isn't that far but I know we'll grow apart because of this). Anyway, I just thought I'd link to past entries for Marina, for our stories that Marina and I still laugh at today, like when I stole that cart from her apartment parking lot, "GO TO HELL" incident where I still believe they were going to come back and do something to us, the HUGE grasshopper incident, or when she took the picture of the monkey.

The one story I haven't spoke about was the "MR. BROWN!" one.
We were sitting at Western at, I want to say, 1:30AM and just at the patio tables, looking at the fountain. From afar, walking down some steps was an old man. Marina was squinting, just trying to make him out because she said he looked familiar.
I was just sitting there, uncaring, talking about something.
When he stepped closer, Marina, who had just rolled up one pant leg and had switch to flip flops, stood. "That's Mr. Brown, my Professor."
"Seriously, at this hour?"
And before I could stop this girl, she jogging up to him, just yelling (literally), "Mr. Brown!! Mr. Brown! What are you doing here?"
This man was not making eye contact and he looked to his feet. His pace quickened.
"Mr. Brown, what are you doing here?" She was at the table again, kneeing the seat.
He grumbled, "I work here." And nearly ran off the scene.
Then Marina started to laugh.
This is the day it happened.
You know, we were completely sober.

She has actually changed my life. I told her this, but I want other people to roll their eyes at this.
1. I stopped caring about weed because of her.
2. She MADE me go to college.
3. She has helped me through any situation.
4. She's taught me how to better talk to people.
5. And, this is one is long, but I believe if you never go out of your comfort zone of what your world is, then you'll never realize your full potential. She was out of my comfort zone and, since I met her, I felt more independent.

She invited me, and really tried, to get me to move with her to Louisville, but I don't want to transfer colleges, and I would have to leave everything behind. I'm not saying what I have to leave behind is grand, but I want to finish a few things first before I move off and leave my sister behind. I am very, very close to Amanda and I want to stay with her as long as possible before life divides us, I guess.
She's at my doorway right now, trying to coax me into the living room.

Blah, the more and more I try to translate my sentences in French, the more anxiety I get over learning two different languages.

I guess today is not the day for my comedy. I'm just not in the mood. Been aggravated since last night. I just think that I need more gal pals than guy friends. All guy friends have me do is be bored and think I'm ugly because some "model" (and I use that word very loosely) fucking chick is "fucking hot." Well, every time they say something like that, I counter with a dude.
I am really uncaring, but it's called fucking respect.
There's another eye roll.

Anyway, been having more and more nightmares.
I blame reality.
Ha, how Matrix is that?