I just returned from a bit of shopping. Bro, Mom and me. I bought some nice CDs and the Moulin Rouge DVD. We had so much fun. I couldn't even recreate all those jokes we did. My bro and I can be very funny together. It was really nice. We had lunch at McD's and were discussing the possibility of having mice in the attic. It was kinda funny. My mom looked at my bro, straight in the eyes and said "Where's your room again?" For a moment he was dumbstruck and then he said, "Uh... second floor, right across the hall? Remember me? Your son?" hahahaha... It turns out she meant whether his room had the attic above or not. It was funny anyhoo. I know I always hear weird noises when I'm going to bed late... o.o
Anyway, we just got home and did more joking. Sher brought his boyfriend home who has this really strange meow and we giggled and fooled around while I was making coffee. He was like "You killed the coffee!! You killed the coffee!!!" Heh... Well, we unpacked our stuff and Chris realized that his CD had a crack! Gah! So, only option was to get back into the car and have the CD exchanged. But he really doesn't have the time and he still needs to fix his 'puter... x_x
Now I somehow feel like I should have come along, useless as it is. Just to keep him company. But I really wanted to work some more on my paper, which I'm going to do right now. But I feel bad... T_T *sniffle*
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