Made breakfast for Dad
Went grocery shopping
Scrubbed down bathroom sink
Cleaned toilet
Cooked dinner for parents
Cleaned dishes

And tomorrow, I get to do it all over again AND work for four hours.

Fun. -_-

Man. Either Mom's church service is really long or she's been abducted by nuns.

I'm putting money on the first. The second, while scary, would also be hilarious.

Wearing uncomfortable high-heel shoes because my parents think I should, wearing a long-sleeved shirt in mid-August heat because my parents said to look nice, and lugging a 5-pound solid black notebook all the way across town because my parents said I should. All to get a job I kind of want and that my parents want me to get.

Does anyone see the problem with this scenario?

And for added fun, the high-heel shoes? Solid black. And I'll have to walk all the way across the UA campus so my dad can give me a ride home. In 5 hours.

...Well, eff.

*air guitars*

Heck yeah! Tomorrow I'll be at The Happiest Kingdom What Walt Built in Anaheim. I'm pumped. Mom's determined to go get sillouettes made of me and Kelsey. And we're gonna ride a kajillion things and get SPACE BURGERS FROM SPACE. And rock out with some hillbillies and get wet on this ride and make up words to the POTC song and eat frozen bananas.

And Kelsey's looking up all the horrible ways people have died at Disneyland. And I'm the morbid one, they say. Sheesh.

I am not gonna sleep tonight. I can tell. Oh well. Plenty of time to sleep in line. BD