...interesting (I loved the commercial on Univision that said "Congratulations, United States, on your independence day. Hope they have a great day." They. They! Where the hell are we? Japan?! My point is probably clearer in Spanish, because the English language is different and certain things don't make as much sense)
Last time I remember having any fun on that day I was about 9 and lived closer to my cousins. We all had water guns, we lived behind the stratosphere, casinos put a little more effort on their fireworks show... and it wasn't ever this hot.
Maybe I just bitch because back then I still wore shorts without having a care in the world.
Now I'm burning up under fucking jeans but I'm too stubborn to wear anything that'll expose my legs past the knees (hmm... maybe I am turning Amish).
Anyway... I was saddened today by the realization that I can no longer keep up with a 16 (maybe she's 17... I didn't really bother to ask these past three days she was here) year old.
My sister loves this kid... and since she knows I need to start shopping for Mexico (I fucking hate that task... I hate being in malls because I end up buying shit I definitely don't need), she informed me that we were once again going to hang out as a means to celebrate 4th of July.
Me, a crazy 19 year-old... and her 16-year-old clone.
Well, let me start off by saying this: A human that eats more than this 16-year old I have never met.
Actually, let me rephrase that: A human that gets hungry as often as this girl I have never met.
Every damn little thing we saw... she wanted in her belly.
I was so annoyed by this kid (who isn't pregnant, or a tub of lard, so I don't understand WTF is her problem), I went as far as rejecting an offer of free ice-cream... freaking ICE CREAM in this 123 degree weather (Minnow, you jinxed it... not only did we reach 115 this week... we went into the 120's)!
She also loves the mall... loves it.
I wanted to shoot myself after twenty minutes.
She isn't a bad kid... she's just... really indecisive (more so that me).
Then we decided to be even more American (and get away from the sun that burned the shit out of us and made us look like lobsters... well, I didn't get it that bad, but my sister's pretty red)... so we went bowling.
Interesting two hours of my life.
Who can win with a score of 91? Me! (when playing with two girls that hit more gutter-balls than I do)
We did get some good pictures from the outing, so I really can't hate.
That was totally my idea.
Little Sister wanted to use two pink balls and place them on her chest, but of course, I gave her this much better idea.
That's definitely my favorite picture. My sister's a nut for following through with the idea... while surrounded by a ton of guys.
I love my sister... even if she often drives me insane... but then she busts out weirdo behavior like this and she makes me laugh.
After that, we slowed down the pace (especially once I realized I was broke... and I mean... I only had three dollars left in my wallet. I'm so damn broke now). We stayed home... chilled... not even with the television on because that shit was so boring.
Instead, we played pool for about an hour, then decided to watch our super white-washed Mexican neighbors light up pounds of fireworks... almost catching all of our lawns on fire... but I guess it was fun to watch people squirm with fear.
As cool as that was, though, I'd definitely prefer to be in Mexico... at least it's still in the high 60's-mid70's over there.
Fuck, I hate this damn weather!
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