Got up at 11:52am. Later than I expected, or according to the conversation I had with Scott over Gtalk/Raptr at like 3am, it was exactly when I should have woken up. Late by an hour, like I said I would be. Got on my laptop and missed Pottermore registration and checked things like Twitter and FA while eating a small breakfast sandwich and a bowl of chocolate mint ice cream. Blasted Sum 41 outside the bathroom door from my laptop while taking a shower and came out right as my favourite song on that album started up and noticed that I had internal bleeding in my big left toe whilst putting on a sock.
Grabbed my backpack and dumped out the math stuff to make room for my laptop. Scooped it up and looked out the window only to throw it back down again to put on a sweater and put my phone in a protective pocket because it isn't allowed to touch water. Headed out on my bike soon after with a flat front tire and rain pouring down, but I couldn't give less of a fuck.
When I got there we watched a bit of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic and laptopped and when we found out that the Wiimotes weren't charged we cancelled playing Brawl and went back upstairs to continue doing whatever. Scott showed me Wipeout on the PS3 and after the first couple times we played I beat him every time except once, probably because it was about speed and not about "let's kill each other!". Texted my Mom about getting me some crayons and a sketchbook, then dragged Scott outside where we actually just talked about shit the entire time. Mainly about Doctor Who and weird theories of time and all that fun stuff. Had to go home though because my Mom had my brother text me and it seemed urgent, like she was mad or something.
Biking back home was a bitch. The rain was just a light spray but still a pain-in-the-ass to bike through. My legs were extremely tired and of course my tire was still flat. Not to mention I was damp and uncomfortable and was dreading what could possibly be waiting for me at home. I dumped my bike in front of the house and immediately ran inside. Everything was normal and I went upstairs without looking at the kitchen as usual.
My Mom was upstairs and was busy messing around with some gift bags and other presenty stuff. I told her about my toe and then she examined it and told me it was broken and there was nothing I could do about it. She then went over how she couldn't find me a sketchbook that had a metal coil binding like I wanted and told me to go look on the counter and that I'd have to live with what she got me. What I found on the counter was a box of 64 Crayola Crayons, a black hardcover sketchbook with 80 plank pages, and an Aero chocolate bar. Understating my emotions to a huge extent, I was overjoyed.
So far the rest of the evening has been me limping all over the place, eating grilled cheese, cleaning out the downstairs and rearranging the living room, and blogging in between social encounters. I think I may set up my mock desktop computer and play some Minecraft, though I'm not really up to using it in the basement...or even my bedroom, for that matter. If I could simultaneously have peace and quiet AND be in a basement full of nostalgia I'd be happy, but of course that'll never happen. Unless we move and I fight for the basement rather than letting it become the games room again. MY BASEMENT. Rarr.
Today has been pretty much awesome, but TOMORROW will probably be a pain-in-the-ass.
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