We'll Compensate

As my loyal readers you are always looking for more, but as a loyal blogger im always looking for less. Life is complicated and we'll just compensate and ill write less. Cool. Anypoo today was a good time. We all slept in until almost noon i think that was good. False i know that was good. After all that sleeping i made some terrible eggs at the cafe and then lauren and i went to the Lady of Guadalupe Shrine. That was great and we were going to go to confession but it sounded like there was a heated discussion inside and i became frightened and we walked away carefully. After our visit we returned and headed off to mass with suite mate tony. Good mass. Then the sun set and evening fell.

Nothing really changes when evening falls except the fact that it is dark. Oh and you get hungry again. So to appease all of this lauren and i went to eat dinner at Fayze's. It was a semi large restaurant that had pretty cheap prices if you wanted them. And naturally we did. After filling our stomachs with a mushroom and swiss burger and a chicken vegetable noodle thingy that surprisingly was a under five hundred calorie dinner. Oh and there was ice cream too. After all that jazz we returned home and enjoyed hours of Lost. It's a tv show where the people are lost.

Pic of the Day:

after the success of Lost ABC attempted a new show....Found.... wasn't as good

Precious Moment With Suite Mate Rob Today Before He Leaves For Madison: I came back from my shower this morning and as i was about to clothe myself i noticed rob was staring and smiling. You might think this is creepy, but because of the tears in his eyes i knew he couldn't even see me at all.

Number of Times i Missed The Exit For the Shrine Today: 2

Number of Times Mike Fitz Called Me At 1:21 am Telling Me To Not Wait Up For Him But He Still Might Be Over: 1

Number of Times Lauren's Dinner Came With Ice Cream And Mine Didn't: 1

Number of Times i Was Totally Jealous: 1

Number of Times i Chipped My Tooth Eating My Food By Accidentally Grinding My Teeth: 1

p.s. "dont tell pete, dont tell pete"