#175.

After the thirty day letter challenged finished, I don't find much to blog about anymore, seeing as I'm so over blogging about missing him, or him. Or even him. Soon this blog is going to become very dead and non updated. Well today is worth blogging. I guess.

It was my cousin, Kevin's first communion today. Aunty K said she'd pick me up at nine, I was actually ready by eight thirty (thanks to dad's genes; wake up super early and I'll never be late). Got into bed and continued my weekly novel where I had left off last night. By the time it was nine, she still wasn't here. Then came nine oh five. I was getting a little paranoid so I called her but she didn't pick up. Nine ten. Nine twenty. By this point I was almost sure she'd left and gone without me. She came at nine thirty saying the mass started at ten.
Would it have hurt to gimme a call and tell me so I could have woken up later?!

So yeah. Went to church and saw a few familiar faces. The nostalgia was overwhelming taking in everything from the church that I had gone years without. Sat through the mass with a handful of my extended family, trying to keep a writing Timmy still. God the two's really are terrible. And after the mass we went to Gold Leaf to eat. The middle aged males wouldn't let us leave until they had successfully become drunk. That took three hours. So now I'm home, and drained.

Nonetheless, Congratulations Kevin, on taking another step in Catholicism. (:

Be expecting more unrelated yet corny 'let's go back in time,' images like these. Because only the Lord knows when I'm going to get tired of them.

Labels: Weekends are so boring these days

Hello, this is Tien. This blog is the remains of the unconventional cliches and angsty phrases of my teenage years. (Plus a new one every now and then)
I ♥ Phoenix, (500) days of summer, double entendres, unmade beds, autumn, Chopin, syncopated melodies, G7 chords and things that make me feel.

Click!
coyote(s)