late nights, bright lights

I am typing this on Sam's sweet ass laptop. She is with Brenna and Tristan in the kitchen making me delicious fooooood. I love how people keep cooking for me. The other night it was Sarah and her salad and the other night it was my roommates and thir lasagna.

And now I get pasta! And juice. I love my life right about now.

I'm heading up to Court's tonight for a little going away party. This will prove to be trying indeed.

We went out for dinner last night- me, Mother, Al, Grandma, Grandpa- and it was quite nice. Even though I know Grandpa had way more sugar than he should have and I know he snuck to the bar when the other adults were occupied [he's very very diabetic but he acts like a big baby when you tell him he can't have something].

On the way home, Mother asked if I would like to rent a movie, and I said 'hell yes'. And thus I rented the third Mighty Ducks movie.

...What a fucking great movie. Just great. The second one will always be my favourite, but the third one now has a special place in my heart.

You know what sucks?

All my friends have gone somewhere else. Except for a select few, but they are otherwise occupied with problems I cannot help with.

So I'm part lonely, part useless.

Hence Mighty Ducks- the feel good movie.