So, I'm chillin' on Club with all my boys after a full day of shopping for video games, playing video games, eating food, watching The Big Bang Theory, eating more food, and watching a ton of Guitar Hero. Some random (friendly) fight just broke out in the hallway, which sometimes leads to shirtless wrestling. It's hawt.

Did I mention that yesterday I was paid to be an extra for a commercial? To sit at a computer, pretending to work, looking beautiful? Yeah. And that before that, I spent the night at a piano bar? And somewhere in there, I had homemade waffles and learned how to convert a diesel engine to run off of peanut oil.

VH1 can bite me because, once again, I'm having the best week ever.

Sitting at Wingstop, surrounded by twelve of the coolest boys on the planet. I'm in heaven.

So, it turns out my mother won't be coming with my dad to drop me off at the airport. This totally throws me for a loop because I can't just stand around at Starbucks and sniffle with my dad. This just isn't going to work.

However, once I wash my hands forty-five times with hot water and forty-five times with cold water, I'll be able to board my flight to Tay-hoss! Where I'll see my lovely boys! Oh, how I love them! The first thing on the agenda is to go to this sweet piano bar called Pete's and to bask in the gloriousness of good music. Hopefully, this is as fun as it sounds.

I'm not sure how the whole posting thing will go for tomorrow. I may have to force Tyler (Thursday's Child) to transcribe an entry for me over the phone or something. We'll see.

Anywho, I hope y'all have a delightful weekend! I'll be dashing back to Google Reader the second I get home, anxious to catch up on all your shenanigans. *hug*