I happen to enjoy those men very much so. mhhhhm. the script, an irish band who i’ve come to know and love. or maybe just love. i wish i knew them. *sigh*, and they’re on tour! but of course. being from…Ireland, they’re not coming over to the states. WAIT. they are! except…in like, new york, chicago, and some random town down in california. so, that sucks. I wish i had a giant falcon (named elijah) that would fly me down to any of those places so i could bear witness to some musical enjoyment. That would fancy my interests.
Spring break is going to be chaos. I’ve got a hair appt., a dr’s appt., my driving test (second time! i can’t fail again!), and a whole bunch of other shannanigans to partake in. I’m going to the beach with the fam fam again, as we do every single friggin’ spring break. It’s been the same since i was a kid, we get the entire family together twice a year. one in the spring, and one in the summer. between then is a long ass time when like nobody gets together, until winter break, for christmas and my birthday. It’s quite nice, having the family around, other than the fact that i’ve got millions of YOUNGER cousins. (cooper, annie, drew, peyton, hannah, logan, maddie-jo) and then you count my brothers (jake and jackson), and you get 9 younger kids in the same house as you. the second oldest girl (Annie), is in the third grade. So i mean…what can i do but sit around with my uncle and dad and take about my school, while they both badger me so they can see if i’ll tell them everything about high school parties. I feel interrigated when i’m around them, it’s like, you guys aren’t cops…stop acting like it.
I just had a white caramel mocha (: grande sized. have you ever had those? gahh, it’s like an orgasm in your mouth! It’s the god of all blended coffee beverages from starbucks. the village serves good coffee :D But the lady who ALWAYS asks me questions about my drink (like, “is that the caramel syrup, or sauce” and “do you want two shots of espresso?” i’m like, seriously…i just say that and they make it, so how the fuck am i suppose to know what goes into it?!) was there and she was working, but thank god she didn’t ask me any questions. I could tell she wanted too! she almost did! but withdrew, and remembered me as the girl who dosen’t know what goes into her drink, and just made it. And guess what? It was just the way i like it :)
♫ - babylon by david gray
