I have come to realize that I am decidedly pathetic and predictable. I love happy endings. Well, in life. not necessarily in books or movies, because that gets old, but when the rubber meets the road, I want a happy ending. Who doesn't? Everyone does! But there are your fair share of people that pretend they don't care, but I am blatent, I am proud, I am a huge fan of happy endings. But especially in relationships.

Tonight I was pondering ponderous thoughts, and I realized what a huge sucker I am. =) I admit it freely! But I hate seeing people I love hurt, I hate hearing the ending of what I thought was a "good thing." I guess that is why I am so defense of those I love, and of course, I realize without pain and without happy endings none of us would grow, and we would never learn anything new, but still, why can't everything end... nicely?

Other random happenings...

I curled my hair today, and it was... interesting. I look like a old lady. Triangle hair meets Shirley Temple meets the eighties!

I went to Nacho Pete's and the server was so impressed with my... shrek ears that he gave me a free drink!

I made a vow bomb every hotel and motel until ever last tourist is dead! Or get a bumper sticker that says "Lost your tourist child? Check under the wheels of my car."

I hung up on Zeke thinking it was Jared... that took awhile to explain. =)


Oooh! Tonight, we decided to have girl bonding (which was twice interrupted by Matt calling Joy, but we decided to forgive them) and Joy and I were being retarded lesbians. It doesn't sound that funny, but you had to see us.
First, Joy was walking with her knees locked, toes turned in, head cocked, and slurring her words. I was walking along shouting "Rain!!" and randomly snapping my arms straight up in the air. We would then both squish into the front seat blowing kisses at the passer-by's, or in Joy's case, drooling at them.
I was wearing my bathing suit under my jeans, and it has these cute mock tie things on the hips which happened to be peeking out from my jeans, and when I was tired of yelling "Rain!!" I would snach my ties, pull them up to my ears and shout "Freakety Freak Freak Freak!" Very random, very fun.
You should try it! (Say it loudly, and quickly, it's very theraputic.)
Laura of course was mortally embarrassed, especially when I rolled down the windows to catch raindrops with my tongue and yell at people.

The entire evening was a demonstration of why we do not get drunk. If we are this crazy sober...

Anyway, Laura leaves tomorrow and we were going to have a movie marathon tonight, but Joy has been on the phone with Matt for a hour and a half, so I think I might give up on this idea.