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Good morning.
Apr. 16th, 2006 03:34 pmHappy Easter.
I overslept. I hit snooze something like three times. My backup alarm clock is in my living room (long story), and I thought that I would wake up just fine at 10:22. Or 10:31. Or 10:40.
10:49, as I'm hitting snooze again, I suddenly realized that okay, it's Sunday, and I have no class or exams today, but holy crap, I have a family brunch at 11.
Thankfully, they overslept too, and it's just at the house and not at a restaurant or something.
--- Insert phone call from JB here ---
--- Insert going to my parents' for brunch here ---
I'm now back home.
I have a (moderately) fat lip.
Why?
My brother hurled a Laura Secord chocolate egg at my FACE.
I charged after him and ran faster than I ever have before, ran down the driveway after him, took the back stairs three at a time (I'm going to regret that later) and chased him through the house. He went out the front door again, and I just gave up, because I thought I was bleeding. I wasn't. But it's swollen. And I am unhappy.
I was pissed because I thought he threw a rock at me.
It's only slightly more excusable that he threw chocolate at me. But it still hurts. :P
The cousins have left, no more family obligations, which is good, because I WOULD KILL HIM if I see him in the next couple of days.
I will now go pout and look over data.
I overslept. I hit snooze something like three times. My backup alarm clock is in my living room (long story), and I thought that I would wake up just fine at 10:22. Or 10:31. Or 10:40.
10:49, as I'm hitting snooze again, I suddenly realized that okay, it's Sunday, and I have no class or exams today, but holy crap, I have a family brunch at 11.
Thankfully, they overslept too, and it's just at the house and not at a restaurant or something.
--- Insert phone call from JB here ---
--- Insert going to my parents' for brunch here ---
I'm now back home.
I have a (moderately) fat lip.
Why?
My brother hurled a Laura Secord chocolate egg at my FACE.
I charged after him and ran faster than I ever have before, ran down the driveway after him, took the back stairs three at a time (I'm going to regret that later) and chased him through the house. He went out the front door again, and I just gave up, because I thought I was bleeding. I wasn't. But it's swollen. And I am unhappy.
I was pissed because I thought he threw a rock at me.
It's only slightly more excusable that he threw chocolate at me. But it still hurts. :P
The cousins have left, no more family obligations, which is good, because I WOULD KILL HIM if I see him in the next couple of days.
I will now go pout and look over data.
