We spent this Sunday at Vic's mom, we got delicious food and drinks, plus that we ended up playing Trivial Pursuit, but none of us won, haha, it lasted forever and it got late, so we drove home. I got good news that Sunday, that I could get Monday off, but I was too slow, so somebody else got the day off. :(
Monday came, and I got the day off anyway, and what did I do? Well, I wrote a little on my assignment, and I was playing Xbox, but I was soo bad that people complained about me so, or a 12 year old boy and an older douche at 17 years. I died like one time, it's just a fucking game. Jeez! People are putting too much emotions into games sometimes. I do that, when I play singleplayer, cause I'm a weirdo.
Tarzan threw up and that's not so cool, it looked like he was choking, but he got everything out in the end. Puh! When he was finished, he tried to eat his puke, what the fuck dog, ew!
It's Tuesday today and it's my moms birthday! HURRAY! I've been to work for four hours, had like FOUR tables(!!). Oh my god, the hours went by sooo slowly. I went home a bit earlier, it's no point to be two at work with nothing to do, when I got home, I went on a loooong walk with Tarzi and now I'm just sitting here and waiting for a guy that wanna see my couch, I'm gonna sell it. It's too long and it's taking up all the space in my tiny livingroom.