So I had a fantastic weekend ☺
Saturday I went to work and nothing exciting happened. I mean absolutely nothing. I got 6 free eggs because Kate is frantically trying to sell them to me and I don’t wanna pay 5 dollars for fresh, organic, free-range eggs. Sorry, So I went home, took a shower, watched a CSI and waited for dad to get back. It was warm so we drove to Cycle Design, but it was wet and raining, my pants got soaked. In there was a guy named Dann and I told him I wanted a green bike and he put me on a Honda sports bike, and complained about a few features so then he put me on this one that looked mike a bike and I complained about it. And then after two more bikes me put me on a Suzuki Gladius. We tried a few more after that but we kept coming to the Gladius. I want it! I need it! I’d get it…. if it wasn’t 6,900 dollars.
Then after we got back I went and got Beena. We hang in my room as I put in my creepy contacts and went over to Mrs. B…. on the moped. Yeah we’re lazy. We hung out there and ate candy as Mrs. B reminisced about the past and the kids who used to live on our street. She mistook Beena for me, but that’s fine. She then asked if we were twins or related and we said no, Beena said it was a compliment but now I don’t understand Beena say’s she isn’t pretty yet she say’s I’m pretty. Then we got on the moped to get home and it wouldn’t move. I guess it didn’t like two passengers. So instead of getting off it and push it we stayed on and moved it with out feet. haha we’re such lazy asses. After that we went and got pizza and played pinball. We watched the proposal as we ate, after we hung in my room and took pictures. Then I brought her home and convinced Lesley that I tattooed my eyes to look like my contacts. I went home and slept after that.
In the morning I woke up and motorcycled to school. Mom brought the fruit and I had the entire youth group in helping me with these two kids. We read the bible and then cut open the fruit to look at the seeds. Pat and I ate the pomegranate while the others ate the tangerine and cucumber. Pat tried to feed me cold squash and I kept on leaning away. And then I tried to feed him and apple and he like twisted me into a hug. So after that I left for home and Pat texted me asked me where I was and I said I was at home and he said he was lonely at church, I told him next week I’d stay with him.
I watched a numbers and uploaded some photos to facebook before Mom, Dad and I went to a hockey game. Every five minutes someone get into a fight with someone else. So funny and violent. I told Pat that it was violent and he said that probably how I liked it. And then in the texts after that we found out both of us were virgins and already had our first kiss. Then somehow like, he became me date with Chris and Beena. Oh and the Sharks won, 4-1. And so now he’s going bowling with us this Saturday.
So I’m pretty excited about Pat coming. Then he said we should bet on this game and I said I was gonna lose. So He asked what he would get if he won. I said that since he would be the winner and he asked for a hug or something. I asked what the something was. And he said he didn’t know my limits. So I told him the truth. That limits and me don’t mix well. so then he said so you’ll do anything. and I responded with, with in reason. So he wanted to look at my shirt. So I was like….. ok….
At first we were gonna hug and then kiss and then he was like, make-out. and I said I was game for anything. So he said make out and then it all changed again and again.
I shouldn’t even be doing this with Pat. no no no no. Bad Emma, Evil Emma. Stay away from young boys. Even though Beena has pointed out to me on many occasions that Pat is only 2 years younger then me. But like I think our relationship should strictly be…, well church related. throw in all this other stuff and it just leaves everyone screwed. Like I’ll give him a hug, hell, I’ll even give him a kiss. But now I’m hoping I win even though I suck at bowling, I’m just gonna need to find tips on how to win. It’s just so confusing and my minds messed up about him, I’ve never been one good at writing things down one paper or even a computer, but something tells me this isn’t gonna turn out well. Maybe I’ll feel better if we return it to a hug.
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