Weekend of movies with mucho badness.

Ok I will pick up right where I left off.

Friday:
I got a call to the counselor during math. I freaked out because the last time I got called to the counselor, my grandma had died and my other grandma was in surgery at that very moment. Luckily, she wanted (at the order of my parents) to talk about my grades. She did her (not so) subtle check to see if I was on drugs. Then I got in an argument with mom and dad over calling the counselor and won. Mom thinks I have depression (hereditary I guess), but the chances of that are about as likely as me coming to school naked (the ladies will have a field day). So yeah after school, I got the news that my grandma's tumor was successfully removed along with 18 inches of her large intestine. They even managed to reattatch it so she wont need to go to the bathroom in a bag. The hospital was crowded evidently and were severely limiting visitation, so we decided to go see them next weekend. Dad, Kathryn, and I went to Spiro's and almost went to lazer floyd, but Kathryn didn't want to go. We watched Man of the Year instead. I sucked a lot.

Saturday:
To make a point about the videogame restrictions, I played them all day long. In the afternoon, Mom, Dad, and I took Kathryn to a friends whirlyball party and then we went to eat dinner with grandpa. He got a cell phone so I programmed it for him. We were early to pick Kathryn up at whirlyball, so dad and I decided to try some shooting games. We played one that sucked. Then we did bad at the raiden kind of game. Then we played buck hunter. Dad did bad because he forgot it was a pump action shotgun. I didn't have that problem. Masturbation must be good for shooting because I was using it like an automatic rifle. I almost beat the high score on the machine. I'm just a born buck hunter. That night we watched Rear Window (Disturbia from 1954). It was boring. After that, dad and I decided to watch Vanilla Sky since it had been on our DVR since 12/26/05. It parallelled my life in many ways. The character's name was David Aaines, said like David A. Also, he drove a mustang. Also, he had a way with women. He also had a thing for penelope cruz. Wait that part doesn't really suit me I think. Oh well. The movie was terrible. It was the most confusing movie I have ever seen and I've seen The Sting.

Sunday:
More videogames! I did a lot of that all day and not much else. That night for dinner, my dad had a friend that was opening a new restaurant in queen anne that was a really fancy place. It was some private party so we went and saw the guy and had some food that was really not great.

Monday:
Nothing really happened today that was out of the ordinary.