Weekend Update
Jul. 8th, 2007 02:17 pmOn Friday, I sat outside for a bit less than an hour reading before I got too hot and went back inside. It was fabulous, except for the sunburn I managed to get on my legs, shoulders, and chest. I have no idea how I managed that one, really. It was only an hour! Oh well. I've been lazing around the house all weekend, playing Settlers/Seafarers of Catan and watching TV and movies with wet cloths and aloe vera and vinegar and lotion all sorts of things on my legs all the time. It's kind of funny, really, because it doesn't hurt all that much but it looks fairly bad. I'm still amused that my arms and face just got darker and more freckly rather than burning like the rest of me. Frequent exposure to sunlight ftw!
I'm not entirely sure what's going on with David and his fiancée at this point. I think they're basically broken up, but she is possibly pregnant and suffering from a bleeding ulcer and a brain aneurism. I say "possibly" because my parents have deluded themselves into thinking that there's absolutely no way any of it can be true. They are convinced that she's making everything up. My sister and I both hold that if there's a chance she's pregnant, which there is considering my brother watched her take a pregnancy test back when they were together in NY and it was positive, then she needs to get out of Missouri and come up here so he can take care of her and the baby. I don't give a damn that they had sex without being married, but since David chose to do that, he needs to man up and face the consequences of his actions.
Having David home hasn't been too bad, mostly because he's brought a lot of very interesting drama with him, and partly because he compliments me frequently. (He's finally learned his place!) He took my sister and I out yesterday to teach us how to drive his (manual) car. I did really well, apparently, but there was no way in hell I was going to go out of our neighborhood onto actual roads, so my sister was the one who did the most driving. It was two parts fun and one part scary; she almost crashed us into another car when she was trying to turn out of our neighborhood. Good times!
Listening to Jason Mraz and Mandy Moore (Rocket and Coverage respectively, of course, with a few interruptions for Lily Allen and a bit of Keane) for hours on end is basically all I need to guarantee myself a good day. I love not having to go to church on Sundays.
I'm not entirely sure what's going on with David and his fiancée at this point. I think they're basically broken up, but she is possibly pregnant and suffering from a bleeding ulcer and a brain aneurism. I say "possibly" because my parents have deluded themselves into thinking that there's absolutely no way any of it can be true. They are convinced that she's making everything up. My sister and I both hold that if there's a chance she's pregnant, which there is considering my brother watched her take a pregnancy test back when they were together in NY and it was positive, then she needs to get out of Missouri and come up here so he can take care of her and the baby. I don't give a damn that they had sex without being married, but since David chose to do that, he needs to man up and face the consequences of his actions.
Having David home hasn't been too bad, mostly because he's brought a lot of very interesting drama with him, and partly because he compliments me frequently. (He's finally learned his place!) He took my sister and I out yesterday to teach us how to drive his (manual) car. I did really well, apparently, but there was no way in hell I was going to go out of our neighborhood onto actual roads, so my sister was the one who did the most driving. It was two parts fun and one part scary; she almost crashed us into another car when she was trying to turn out of our neighborhood. Good times!
Listening to Jason Mraz and Mandy Moore (Rocket and Coverage respectively, of course, with a few interruptions for Lily Allen and a bit of Keane) for hours on end is basically all I need to guarantee myself a good day. I love not having to go to church on Sundays.