Because it’s late and I’m bored.
August 19, 2007
I can’t sleep, so I decided to amuse myself by drawing a picture of Avitable as a cheerleader. I was inspired by his comment and my retort in my earlier Sunday Sarcastica Opinion post about high school. So here it is.
Avitable would make one hot cheerleader. Don’t you think? I dunno actually. My school didn’t have a football team, let alone cheerleaders. But if my high school had had a football team, I could tell you right off the bat who would be on the cheerleading squad. And no, it wouldn’t be Avitable. Or me.
Anyways, it’s been an eventful weekend. Yesterday was the Volunteer Appreciation at my house. It was a lot of fun. Filling up balloons in the downstairs bathroom with paint and water was the most fun I’ve had all summer. The actual paint balloon war wasn’t as much fun, since most of them didn’t break on contact and you sort of had to run up to the person you wished to throw it at and snap it over their heads. Oh well. I stubbed my bloody toe 65 million times in the course of the day though, and I think it’s broken. I’ll find out tomorrow though I suppose.
After everybody left, Nifty demanded we go up to his trailer. Even though he barely got any sleep the night before (thanks to being drunk) and worked all day serving alcohol at Warriors Day. Nifty didn’t listen to me and insisted he wasn’t all that tired. We stopped for coffee and about an hour later got pulled over by a cop.
It was the scariest mother bleeping thing ever. It was Nifty’s first time getting pulled over and my first time being in the car of someone getting pulled over. Since Nifty was doing 30 on an off ramp that was marked 70, she obviously thought he was drunk and asked him if he had anything to drink.
“Nope, just Tim Hortons!” was his really lame response, it honestly sounded like he was drunk. I had to dig through his glove department for his proof of insurance - I had no idea what proof of insurance was supposed to look like, so then I looked drunk! She took him to the back of her cruiser to have a talk with him about how more accidents happen when you’re tired then drunk, and then told him to pull off the road and take an hour to sleep. So I had to wander around Country Style by myself for an hour while he slept. This all happened around 11 o’clock at night so I was terrified that I would be kidnapped or something.
Anyways, the entire trip up was a waste of time and gas. We ended up leaving today around 3pm because my toe was killing me and Nifty wanted to go home to play his drums. I suppose everyone has to get pulled over by the cops at some point though. And it was fun to laugh about after…
August 20th, 2007 at 7:05 am
< ![CDATA[HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Great artwork.]]>
August 20th, 2007 at 8:45 pm
< ![CDATA[Wow. I actually threw up in my mouth a little from that very realistic drawing.
You're a natural.]]>
August 21st, 2007 at 4:22 pm
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I worked hard!!]]>