Mood: Chocolicious

I don't really feel like blogging right now, there are other things I could be doing, but my blog just stares at me making me feel like I just strangled a little puppy or something. *Hides dead puppy under desk*

We played poker last night, and I got pwned. *sad face* I got myself to the final three like usual but then my pitiful chip count destroyed me and I was banished to the losers sofa where all the other jerks who went out before me totally ate all the timbits. Every last one. *very very sad* I also went to the craft sale with Chelle and Mom yesterday at the Butterdome. It's probably in my best interests to not attend another spring craft show because I could easily spend a ridiculous amount of money there. . .as I just did. . . :x My grand purchase was a very pretty painting of a lady, and then when you open it up there's a jewelry box hidden behind it where I can hang all my necklaces and rings and assorted bling~ I love it, despite that I have no where to put it until I move out and that it cost me a stupidly enormous amount of money. . . No more spending for me, I have to finish saving for Florida! >_<;

I saw Spiderman 3! And. . .it was. . .bad. Really bad, actually. Color me disappointed with the complete lack of plot and Venom screen time. Venom's supposed to be Spidey's arch nemesis. . .es. . .ees. . . and he's on screen for like twenty minutes before he gets blown up. I think it's also a bad sign when everyone in the theatre is laughing at the best friend's death scene. You fail, Hollywood. *Takes away gold star*

Our grad party was last Friday at Barwild on Whyte and I may have gotten just a little drunk. Maybe. Just a tad. I blame it completely on Mandi and Liz buying me tasty fruity drinks. Not that I'm saying it was shirt-off-vomiting-in-the-corner drunk, but I had to concentrate really hard on not being sick on the ride home on Groat Road. For someone who doesn't hardly drinks at all and weighs 115lbs, two highballs and two shots in the course of an hour and a half or so will do the trick. On a side note, however, candy apple highballs are very tasty. On another side note, kraft dinner and lots and lots of water are also extremely tasty when you get home afterwards.

So I gave D&D another chance, and now that I actually know what I'm doing and each round doesn't take thirty minutes, it's a lot of geeky fun actually. I have a very badass ninja kitty (Mason couldn't find a level one feline class to give me, so technically I'm an elf that just looks like a kitty because my elf mother got gangbanged in the forest before I was born by a pack of wild jungle kitties. I always find loopholes.) I'm going to make my game piece out of shrink art~ Oh, my cute little Neko Shinobi, you will be so awesome~

Mason downloaded an emulator or rom or whatever it's called of the old Super NES game, Pocky and Rocky for me! We used to play it all the time when were kids and fight over who would be the cute raccoon with the swishy tail~ We just need some controllers to hook up to his PC and we'll kick some NES ass. *Glee*

Happy Mom day to all the splendid mom's out there~ (Get your own awesome Mom's though, you can't have mine~)

Countdown until Harry Potter book seven: 68 days!