So I'm heading home tomorrow. Woop. Can't wait to just sit at CAMP (not cabin) and do nothiiiing. I guess I'll probably do some exercising but yesterday at practice I did say "I never want to exercise again, it's time to join the epidemic" and I was only half kidding. Honestly, how much easier would it be to just sit on the couch watching Laguna Beach eating Cool Ranch Doritos and drinking rum and Cokes and get fat than working my ass off to kick a ball around for 90 minutes. Hmm, when I type it out like that it doesn't really seem that great. Whatever. I would gladly pack on the pounds if I was guaranteed a spot on the Biggest Loser. I would be the perfect candidate: former
Speaking of Katie McNabb, I realize I just name dropped which reminds me I promised Alison that I would give her a shout out in one of my blogs. So everyone, meet Alison Flintoft, the girl who lives in the bedroom across the hall who makes sure I'm
Not too sure where I was going with this entry, just figured that I should pump one out before I go home for the weekend and don't have access to the internet cause I'm swimming in the lake :D
Just had the best random thought. It is the full-time Facebook creeper's favourite time of year. Grad. You get to spend countless hours looking at the little kiddies' grad photos. The boring ones from convocation and the pretty prom ones where you pick out pretty and not so pretty and scandalous dresses. You may have graduated years ago, and didn't even go to high school with the grads but heck, it's like Sweet Lou in Grind says "It's too easy to sit here year after year watchin the new crop roll in". But in all seriousness. You're creepy. Get a job, or just get off FB and out of the house - or SOMETHING besides creepin' on the little ones (Alastair McFadden, that means YOU .. jk love ya)
Okay well, it's time for me to leave the house because I am sweating. And doing nothing. That's a problem.
So long! Wear sunscreen!