Ohh...if it keeps on raining...

Okay...fuck...

I just watched New Moon. And it's was an okay movie. It wasn't great, and I would never see it again, mostly because of the awkwardness that's injected into you. I mean, it's like they're the masters of making everything awkward. And to make it worse, I was watching it with my mom.

Now...understand...my mother is the absolute worse person to watch a movie with. Especially since she doesn't really get what's going on. Now she claims she has watches Twilight.

I don't believe her. At. All.

She kept asking me questions.

"Why does everyone think Edward's hot?"
"I bet she tastes like fried chicken and mashed potatoes to Edward!" (not really a question)
"Are those wolf people, vampire hunters?"
"Who's the guy in the wheel chair?"
"Who's the red headed chick?"

She a either a typical mother who'll never understand anything that's NOT related to her generation.

Or.

She's a typical black woman in the movie theater. Always making a scene, or laughing way too loud, or asking too many questions.

Anywhoozle...the movie was alright. It was... neutral. It left too much out of the book, like any other movie that's made from a book. But I definitely want to watch Eclipse now. I've become a fan now. I may even read the books again. I fucking loved the books.

I'm changing the subject now.

So I was with my friends from Southport again, along with Sara Steinmeyer, a friend from Perry.

And we were all at Dusty's house. It was the usual, we always gather just to be with each other. We don't always do something particularly fun. But we love the company. And I now love Black and Milds. Fuck.

And then, obviously, nothing really happened.

Until about 3:30 a.m.

It was just James, Russel, Dusty, Davis, and myself. And for most of the night, Davis kept bitching about going to McDonalds. He wanted something called a "McGangBang."

And for anybody who doesn't know what that is, it's when you take a McChicken, and you out it inside of the McDouble. McGangBang.

So I finally drive over to MickyD's...with Davis and Dusty with me. And I pull up, and I ordered nine McChickens and nine McDoubles. We had to feed five people. So shut up. We get to the window, and because we've ordered so much, we have to wait a bit. And we sit there, listening to some blues from my radio, we see one of the workers come up to this machine and make a milkshake.

Well this PISSED Dusty off.

"WHO ORDERS A FUCKING MILKSHAKE THIS FUCKING EARLY?!"

And the manger looks at us like wtffffff?!?!?!??!?!?! You fat-asses just ordered EIGHTEEN FUCKING SANDWICHES!

Eventually we get back home, where we then consume the McGangBangs. I want you all to know...it really hurts. Don't ever ever ever eat one. My friends are fat.