Rockband

A quick recapitulation (or capitulation, seeing as I'm not doing it again, as the re implies) of my weekend?

YES. Let's do this. Let's do this now and never look back. We'll be like those crazy hippies, or those crazy kids, or like suicide peoples. Don't be scared, I promise this isn't a suicide pact.

ANYWAY. Friday passed without incident. No, really. Like, you wouldn't believe how totally typical it was. I barely even remember it.

Saturday I forgot what happened. OH WAIT. We got a car! A new car. The lease on our old care expired so we got a newer, less upgraded, more fuel-efficient Rav4 from Toyota. We are now officially Toyota people. Before, it was all Nissan, baby.

Sunday. I had some nasty freaking crepes. Some people need to understand that it's strawberry season and fresh strawberries are in abundance. Please, spare me the gelatinous old looking goo that you probably pulled out of your freezer last night. URGH.

Monday. I did homeworks and stuffs. Not well. I tried to be all diligent and whatnot, taking my work with me to a party we were going to, but I ended up ignoring the necessary works and playing Rockband all evening instead. I want Rockband, but it'd only be fun if I was playing with a bunch of really cool people, not just myself and whoever lives in my house. That would suck HARDCORE.

They had like nineteen bajillion hamsters, because they weren't smart. Instead of purchasing two females or two males, these jokers got a man and a woman hamster. Haven't these guys heard the story of Noah and the giant Ark? TWO OF EACH FOR A REASON. Man.

Well, they multiplied so now there are like 18 bald, tiny, blind babies, and what looks like 10 or 11 "adults." And one of them bit me. We became fast enemies after that.

AND THAT'S IT. GOODNIGHT.