This is blog #678.
Today I went with my cousins and sister all over the damn place. First, we went to Great America, briefly. I'd say the highlight of that little trip was before we entered. My cousin was wearing a sweater and jeans, and I was wearing my jacket. The rest of them were wearing appropriate Summer-wear. So I said, "Today is not a good day to wear a jacket." And my cousin wearing the sweater says to me, "What are you talking about? There's nothing wrong with a sweater and jeans...I would have worn my ugg boots, but I didn't feel like it." It was funny, but I guess you had to be there.
After riding about three rides, we went to In & Out Burger and ate. We reminisced about the good old days when we were kids and we weren't too cool to hang out with each other. Like when my uncle bought my cousin Gerald and I, rookie cards of Shawn Kemp and Gary Payton for two dollars each and we lost them. Or when we used to play catch in the backyard with our mitts. Some other stuff. Lots of good memories.
After In & Out, we went to Edgie's. Played some pool and songs on the juke box. Okay, I did not want to go golfing afterwards. I wanted to go bowling because its cheaper. But my cousins were being absolute asses about going golfing, so I was just really cranky and gave in. So that put me in a really rotten mood. So I was basically seething from when we went golfing to when we got home. I started throwing things. hahaha. Well, then I told my mom to stop "riding my dick" (figuratively) about things. Which was a mistake because I have to ask her if I can go out tomorrow. So yeah. I say that a lot of shit like that lately. "Quit pulling my dick" (as from Heathers) and "I wish this car would quit riding my dick" (I wish this car would stop tailgating). Uhm, yeah.
Well, when we got home, my cousin Anthony said, "I'll go tell Christine there are no paper plates," but I thought he said, "I have low self-esteem. There are no paper plates." ahahah. So now I'm just gonna use that.
I have low self-esteem. See ya later!
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