Wal-Mart Revisted

Ah, Facebook. To many, utterly pointless and irrelevant. To others like myself, an addiction. In the case of my previously mentioned Wal-Mart stalker clerk man person, he is grouped in the latter category. Great. Has he added me? No. Thank goodness he doesn't know my name. He added a friend of mine, and the notification saying so made sure to make his picture pop up big and smiley on my screen. I'm twenty minutes away from that store and he is still staring at me. Though if he types "female minor that looks good in purple" into the people finder I doubt he will get any effective results. I actually had to stop at Wal-Mart the other night, since my most recently occupado canvases needed frames. Speaking of which, they need to make special frames to hold canvases. They probably do, I was just too distracted hiding from Stalker Man to pay too much attention. On the upside, he was nowhere to be found and I finally got my sugar free Rockstar. Which is now hiding from my mother underneath my sketch of Pocahontas and John Smith. Yes, my life is obviously exciting. (side note to my "other" - don't tell mom. she doesn't like the influx of guarana)
The snow is beginning to depress me. I'm not allowed to drive in it, because apparently I'm going to run myself into a ditch somewhere because I don't know how to drive. The fact that I've driven in bad weather before and even the best drivers run themselves into ditches after years of experience (for example, my mother) seems to have no effect on the situation. Do I understand her reasoning? Yes. Am I just being a pouty teenager that wanted to go to that kid's birthday party just fifteen minutes away? Definitely. But I have a verifiable point to some degree. How am I gonna rack up experience if I don't get out there and do it? I have no clue. I just know it had better not snow tomorrow. Apparently I'm going to be part of a band and our first meeting is tomorrow. I named us though ("Pushing Up Daises" - morbid for the three boys and cutesy for the two girls) and even made cover art for us. Yay for a headstart on a graphic design career.
I'm also skipping out on my little step sisters Christmas play performance tomorrow. I'm probably a horrible stepsister for this, and I feel bad, but she is one of two children in the play, the rest are adults. I mean, really? And she plays a little blind girl that probably walks around saying "Jesus I'm blind, come and heal me," and then she stumbles around until she smacks into a cardboard tree and knocks it over, at which point the forty year old man named Nelson who probably lives in the basement of his God fearing mother's house comes out in a white bath robe and says "Woman! You are healed in the name of the Lord!" And she can see, and all is well with the world. Yay. Such a happy ending. No, I'm actually kidding, it will probably be a much nicer production than that, and Jesus probably has a much less laughable name. However, that was an entertaining little mental image was it not? Either way, I will take her to DQ next time she visits us, and she'll be happy. Winning her over isn't hard, she is so nice and I'm actually quite lucky to have her as a little stepsister. Hence my nonexistant reluctance at taking her to DQ. Is she a few bricks shy of a load? Sometimes, but not always. Decent school grades I think. I did teach her, however, that Latin is not the main language spoken in Spain. And that Saint Louis is in Missouri. Fun times. Ah well, we all have our moments. And right now, this moment is telling me it is time to sleep and pray for sunshine. Have a good day, and goodbye for now ♥