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It's been a wild, awesomely, desi-riffic day! |
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So, today I went to go visit my cousins, Jaymes (16), Justin ( almost 17) Isisah (12) and Breanna(6), with my little sisiter.
So, the walk to my Cousin's grandma's, who is a lot like my thrid grandma is UBER long. We caught a bus half the way. I know, magical.
And when I got off. My sister and I were talking, when I turned my face away from her and let out a little scream. Like "ahhh"
It was Jay, my stalker (you can read up on Jay in my Stalker is Back post, dear non-exsitent readers)
My first line of defense was to keep walking, and walk fast. But you see, he has a car.
And he said, "give me your phone number."
I said, "my phone is turned off."
He said, "I just think you don't want to give me your phone number."
I nodded, and admitted it. I told him I was sorry and have fun in the sun, smiling brightly the whole time.
And then we sped walked to my 3rd Grandma's, and that took about half an hour.
Um, Jaymes took me to go see some clothes he bought for his girlfriend. It was sooooo sweet. He's really tall now, but still a real jack a**. Justin got a tattoo of his grandpa's name. BIRD. And he has been working out.
I hit him with a stick.
He was like "do it again"
and I did. Then he took my stick and he broke in three pices. gonk
Breanna was the same, climbing up on me like a monkey.
Isisah is offically taller than me. Three inches taller than me.
Then we had the suggestive popsickle eatting contest.
And I lost. I laughed so hard I ended up biting mine, which just made me laugh harder. Jaymes, of course won. Justin didn't partcipate.
Then we went window shopping.
Tried out chairs, talked, threw pop corn at each other, tried to ditch one another. We got a few looks.
I like to think the people were admiring us.
And Jaymes, put leafy stuff in my hair, and when something gets in my hair, it doesn't come out. I look like mother nature.
My feet hurt so much. Not when I just put weight on them, they just hurt. And I still got to walk the dog. >.<
But, I had fun. I love my family. Whenever I'm with them it just feels so warm and you know where you are with them. I don't worry about them thinking I'm a nut. Okay, I kind of am and don't care that much what others think.
Though, it still hurts a little when people give me werid looks.
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 Desi the fuzzy fluffhead · Sat Jul 31, 2010 @ 04:47am · 0 Comments |
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