First I saw Avengers at Midnight! It. Was. Awesome! If you haven't seen it yet you're probably a noob and asking for it to be ruined for you by all your rude friends, but I'm not that rude friend, but you need to see it! cause. it's. AWESOME! If Barney Stinson made a movie just so it could epitomize awesomeness, this would be it. Only he would be in it and not Robin.
Next! Not so awesome, but I did lunges and my thighs are killing me, but the good pain. The kind TJ's stupid quote "Pain is weakness leaving the body" is about. (not the getting beaten to death by Tom Cruise kind of pain that he seems to think the quote applies to. It doesn't, in case you were wondering.)
Then: I discovered on Friday and Sunday that I am aquainted with two very attractive 14 year old boys. one looks like Alex Pettyfer. (below)


* Cabe Starr in himself just makes any week better. Here's a little proof as to why "Screw you Darwin!" "I feel like I need a pregnancy test." "I made my friend snort Midol." "If I was a prostitute would you vote for me?" "I've seen Marks naked body more than my own." And that's only the stuff I wrote down or remember. This kind is priceless. sadly I can't date him, cause Cami beat me at Rock Paper Scissors. and she has the Triforce on her wrist. I can't compete with that.
I got a B+ on my 10 page research paper that I was sure I'd bomb! I'm totally ecstatic.
Today, I saw Avengers again, with my Brothers and Angela and Kylee. Fact: My brothers rock. McKay basically is The Hulk (and Bruce Banner for anyone that is confused) and Matthew is which ever Avenger he wants to be cause he's the fastest, smartest, and coolest 10 year old ever (and because he can't decide which one he wants to be cause he loves all of them).
So, the high light of the day and to prove Matthew's Avenger-ness, while I was diligently trying to do my Seminary make up homework, Matthew asked me to move to the other room so he could watch TV. Being the responsible babysitter that I am, I said no because he'd spent the last three hours catching up on Pokemon. I insisted he read a book. He got the remote from me, so I threatened his life and chased him. Because I am in pain from my lunges and can't walk fast, he hid before I could find him. So I found his squirt gun and patrolled the house and his usual hiding spots. After a thorough search I found him buried under my little sisters blankets. So, rationally, I sat on him (I can still do that, but someday he will be bigger than me). He screamed at the top of his lungs, a pitch that could make a dolphin cringe, and I got off. He began to cry and buried his face in the blankets. I was very concerned so I tried to console him and ask him what was wrong. He insisted that everything was fine and that I should leave him alone. This is a normal routine when Matthew is upset so I insisted he tell me. After continuous attempts on his part to bury himself in the sheets, I pulled his hands from his face. What should I discover but dimples deep as the grand canyon and the most devious smile you've ever seen.
It was all a trick!
He dashed out the front door while I was still scrambling to retrieve my fully loaded watergun and ran down the street to hide behind the neighbors fence. 20 minutes of trying to chase him through the neighborhood and lock him out of the house (I may be bigger but he's still faster) I called my mother and she told me to get him ready for bed. Quick as a flash I concocted my revenge plan. I called him in, emptied my weapon and went into the house before him. Before he could get in the door, I found my squirt bottle in the bathroom. Stealthily hidden on a kitchen chair I urged him inside and insisted he brush his teeth. Just when he thought he was safe I shot him in the head! Water was everywhere, and my revenge was sweet. He is faster, but I'm still smarter!
A photo of the soon to be only black Avenger
So yeah, my life is great. My brother is the next Avenger, and someday I'm going to pay for these little battles of ours. But all in all a great week! We'll see how the rest of it goes.
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