The lowdown...

Hey yaars!

Last night was pretty fun. I had quite the problems trying to find J-Roc and C Dogg as miscommunication and misguided sense of direction led to me f'n up again! Luckily no harm was done and we managed to hit Astor's about an hour later. Though it lasted like 2 seconds as the wait was just way too long. So it was onwards and forwards to Boston Pizza where us Three Musketeers chatted on anything and everything for a few hours.

Of course upon entering home (at 1 a.m.) I received quite the dressing down from the moms. And of course, my brother following suit, managed to rub salt in the open wound. Right after she was done, he manages to yell "Turn the volume down!" from his room as I was trying to enjoy Entourage. That led to another five minutes of anything that came into my mom's mind!

Thank goodness for my mom's best friend! She managed to pop on by our home this afternoon, keeping my mom on the cool side. Subsequently, the whole silent treatment from her lasted a few hours. My brother on the other hand....

The punk managed to wake me up at 11 a.m. this morning, poking my feet, saying "get up!". He expected me to give him a ride to work, despite totally being uncool with the whole salt-rubbing incident. Of course me being me, I took him to work. And when I went to pick him up, utter silence. That's really weird for me.

The only words he had for me were at 11 pm. "Some people here like to go to sleep at this hour!". Nice...

So now I'm off to bed, where I'll think about what the next week will bring me. Laughter, tears, happiness, sorrow, and stress. I'm sure I'll have my fair share of all of the above!