Anything anything anything I want....

My day started off a bit earlier than I would have liked.

Around 9 A.M. I came out of my pleasant slumber to the sound of a vacuum running in the hallway next to my room.

I try to ignore it and go back to sleep, yet it is a sadly fruitless task.

So I get out of bed and get ready to walk into the hall to give my mom a piece of my mind, and it was only when my hand was on the doorknob that I realized two things:

1. It is the cleaning lady vacuuming*

2. I'm in my underwear

Needless to say, the piece of my mind was not given.

*Yea, we have a cleaning lady now... I kinda feel horrible for how lazy this is, but then I remember I don't have to clean my bathroom anymore and the care level drops to about zero.

I lazed around the house until about 12:30, at which point I finally showered and left the house. I peaced out to West Richland, more specifically Kramer's house where I learned to play risk.

It didn't go so well, my attention span is ehhhhh as of late, and Jordan and Phi dominated me pretty quickly. The game somehow took 3 hours due to extremely long breaks in between turns.

From Kramer's I went to CBRC, where I said heyyyyyyyyyyyy to my coworkers before lifting weights for a bit.

On my way out I tried to high five Kara, one of the camp counselors. She didn't notice what I was doing as I was walking by, and looked up to see my hand raised, to which she jumped and crouched, thinking I was about to back hand her. We loled, then finally high fived for realsies.

At this point I was rather famished. I went and picked up my sister and Matt, and we went to Hot Wingz for din din.

If you didn't see my facebook status, Matt and Chelsea had a conversation that went a little like this:

(Matt is talking about what he will be doing in the military, he's going to be a Cavalry scout.)

Chelsea: "So a cavalry scout.... Is that like, a boy scout? Do you sell cookies?"
Matt: "Yes. Exploding cookies."

Honestly, that is how a lot of conversations between those two go.

After dinner, Matt went and got his computer which is still in the process of being built, due to faulty parts ordered.

He had to return one part because I straight up didn't order the right one, and then another because it didn't work.

So tonight I piece it all together, everything turns on, but there is nothing showing up on the monitor.

Half an hour and several angry words later, it's still not working.

Rewinddddddddddd to Winter of 2008.

Ben is in the exact same situation. He ordered nice top of the line parts, we put it together, and it wouldn't work. It just wouldn't.

Defeated, with the computer back in pieces, I say "Ben, dance with your motherboard. It's all I've got left to try."

So he takes it, gets jiggy with it, and we build everything one more time just to be sure.

And it works flawlessly.

Fast forwarddddddddd to tonight. Matt is getting rather weary of parts not working, and I'm again in that situation where I'm out of ideas.

So I say, Matt, dance.

Things got a bit un-PG rated at that point.

I hooked everything back up. Matt can't see the monitor and therefore can't see if it's working.

I hit the power button, look up at Matt, and inform him "Dancing has given me a 100% success rate."

In that sense, the night was a success.

After this I met up with Blake, Ashley and Ashley, and Aubrey at Walmart.

Then we.... Didn't really do anything, but I enjoyed myself nonetheless.

My night ended with Pete and Josh. We took a cruise through West Richland, starting at Yokes, driving down bombing range to van giesen to grosscup to... the road by Horn Rapids, to the bypass, back to van giesen.

I was doing about 45 on Van Giesen, where the speed limit is 40. I was driving this speed consistently, and when I got to bridge where the speed reduces to 30, I was in the process of slowing down when out of nowhere my rear view mirror is alive with flashing lights.

I spaz out and start to pull over, but the police man is shooting toward me on the right, and ends up zooming right past me leaving me kinda frazzled.

I was rather convinced my perfect driving record was about to be destroyed.

But then it wasn't

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