What a fun weekend. Chill time with friends playing Rock Band and eating hot pot on Saturday and late birthday celebration on Sunday.
Was so looking forward to this weekend, and I must say it's too bad it's over already. Snap back to reality. Gotta start preparing for a group project which is kinda due (between ourselves) tomorrow. And two assignments for the same course due as well, but those shouldn't take too long, so it'd be okay. It's the group prep that annoys me. We'll see how much I get done before I sleep.
Back to excitement. I'm addicted to fake guitars.
Made Candace do a whole bunch of stupid things, and gave her stupid punishments for failing her stupid "quests" and we had too much fun.
But she flips it on me accidentally and made me run like a stupid psycho in Hillcrest mall to pick up her purse. Good thing nothing was stolen.
But it took me about an hour to fully recover. Don't think I've sprinted so hard in my life. See, I need a reason to run. I can't hop on the treadmill and run aimlessly on the same spot. Or run around in circles going nowhere important for that matter. Maybe if I did more of that useless stuff I wouldn't be so out of shape for times when running is actually important. After that little jog (clearly understated here if you're wondering), I tasted blood in my mouth, coughed like a smoker, felt pain in my chest like I got shanked in my lungs. Lost my appetite as well, right after I bought a McD's meal. Couldn't stomach anything for a while.
On a side note, I needed four washroom breaks. Either I was ultrahydrated or I might have prostate cancer.
Then we hopped on go karts and raced like stereotypical Asians. At least I did. Hit a barrier once, and got smashed into twice by Angie. And then Bobby spun me out once. Come on, friends. But I guess I was to blame as well, since I was going kind of slow. But at least I finished within the top 10. Okay, yes, we only had six racers.
Ate dinner at some Korean place and played improvised Apples to Apples. Not the easiest game. "'Tasty' and 'Pikachu'... We're Chinese. We eat everything. And they can cook themselves. Bzzt! And if it's a dish, we can 'pick at you'." Went to Candy's place after for some more random gaming. Got molested by Keira. Kiera? Keyrah!? But I was dared to molest back, which I hardly did. Some interesting truths came out tonight as well. But won't give details on that.
I think she enjoyed her celebration. Maybe.
