I stayed up at Cinderella's house last night, aka Holly. We watched some movies and sat on leather couches while speaking of nuclear physics.
We had rented The Family Stone and The Perfect Man, which was a fairly odd choice on both parts. The Family Stone was better than I thought it would be, the dying mother was a very nice touch. The Perfect Man on the other hand was crappy-crap-crap-crap, Hillary Duff I'm ashamed to call you Lizzie McGuire.
It was just a very random, relaxing night. No ranting was done and no lines were rehearsed.
Oh yeah, Holly, Sarah, Andrew and I went to Cast-Aways for supper. Holly paid for me, I had Motza Sticks and Curly Fries. It was cheesy, greasy and free, the best combo ever.
I would like to comment here on how everyone thinks I'm always exaggerating when it comes to Holly's messed-upness. This is not the case.
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