20 minutes

Well, I just told my friend Holly that I am not doing cross country this year and I am instead going to be the manager of the girls' tennis team.

She replied by saying she is not going to talk to me for at least 20 minutes :-P So alas, with 20 minutes of no one to text, I figured I could just write something here.

Tonight I learned something very, very important.

My mom is wayyy less hilarious when she's buzzed than she is when she's drunk hahah. I've only seen her drunk once when she returned with my dad and my sister from a birthday party, and my sister (who is over 21, don't worry) and her had hilarious drunk conversations that were funny even for me.

When she's buzzed, she just comments on EVERYTHING and has an attention span of like, zero. I literally did an experiment where I didn't say a word for about 20 minutes (coincidence?), and she managed to fill it up with conversation! Oh well, I still love her :-)

OH! My dad managed to get poison ivy again. This time it's on his legs...hopefully he won't look like some creature from a Sci-Fi Channel original movie this time. It's pretty funny though since he was only out of the mule in grass without jeans on for (you guessed it) 20 minutes.

Funny how life works out that way.

P.S. On a completely unrelated note, I desperately want to go to Disney World right now. The Olympic music when they award the medals is just like Disney music...*sigh*