It's sort of like a female with a mustache.

I haven't updated in a while, but I believe that is what makes my xanga updates so damn special. hahaha.

Since the last time I updated, I got better, got sick again, got better, got sick again... went to South Padre for a day, hunted down crabs on the beach one night, went to a funeral, slept in Mexico on a cot, drove for endless hours, etc etc etc.

I got home Monday night. Unpacked Tuesday afternoon and then started packing again immediately. Just because I am awesome that way.

I leave again Sunday morningish, and I'm thinking of stopping by the Book Attic again so I can pick up another book before I leave, just so I'll have another read in case I happen to finish SeinLanguage. 

I downloaded this way awesome SNES emulator [ZSNES] with the original Power Rangers game, along with other games. I'm so stoked.

I've also done unimportant things such as contemplated the normalcy of being happy, thanks to Zachary.  And I went to lunch with B, Dionna, and Elliff, and that was simply amazing. 

I'm off to get my food on.

Someone drank my Sangria.

I am so incredibly pissed.

I'm not allowed to have it. So momma told someone to drink mine, I suspect.

UPSETTING.

I must go sleep now.

Toodles.

I had a good day today.

I am wired right now.

I had a weird moment today.

I check postsecret every Sunday, and when I checked it today, I definitely read at least three things I've been meaning to get out. It was the most uplifting and soothing thing ever.

And I didn't even have to tell anyone, because someone already knew what I felt. And now I understand all those people that write in thanking Frank for having his site.

Thanks Frank.

I know this girl.

She's very comfortable with herself.  She has a rather big group of friends.  She told me she's been in love once before, and I believe her. She's actually quite sheltered.  Not allowed to ride in cars with people our age, not allowed out very often, and yet she is so okay with being who she is.  She wears next to no make up, if she does happen to have any on. She doesn't dress up for anyone, she dresses up for herself.  I don't think I've ever met anyone so comfortable in their skin, so sure of who they are and what they've done and what they're gonna do.  It's so soothing, and it pacifies me.  I want to be that comfortable.

Anyway,  we ended up not going to Space Center, as was originally planned.

Instead, we ended up in a bunch of different places.  Like my aunt and uncle's ranch somewhere in The Woodlands, which is where we went mudding. That was pretty fun.

And we also went to a flea market, which is how I ended up with an old Cream record [eric clapton is my homeboy] and two other promotional records that only radio stations are supposed to have. I believe that one can be marked down as awesome.

I probably haven't gone in-depth at all about my whereabouts from last night. I guess I will now.

Somehow, I ended up in Timbergreen, and somehow I ended up almost running over a raccoon and having Chelsey laugh at my ridiculous screamyell.  Somehow, we ended up with pictures of these two beautiful ladies' legs.  And somehow, we ended up talking about very inappropriate things during dinner.

I have a story to tell, and I'll do my best to tell it the right way before I fall asleep.

So, a while back, we were somewhere in the McAllen/Rio Grande City area.  My family and I were at a Lowe's in search of some roofing crap.  Well, my mother and I both found that we needed to tinkle quite badly, so we proceeded to the nearest bathroom facilities.  As we came in, I noticed we were alone.  As a joke, from my stall I decided to say "Hey mom, I'll race you."

Turns out we weren't alone.  Right as I finished my sentence I noticed a peculiar pair of feet in the stall next to mine that definitely did not belong to my mother.

What's worse is my mother didn't even hear me challenge her.

And that's another day in the life of the Wendy.

Goodnight.

I have never been to Space Center Houston.

Which is sort of pathetic when you think about it. I lived just outside of Houston for 11 years. That's crazy.

Anyway, we're supposed to go this Saturday. I am actually looking forward to it, a lot.

In other news, I did next to nothing today. I swam a lot, and now I remind myself of my vanilla and chocolate pudding cups. What I mean is that there is definite color-change in the skin that was hiding under my shorts and the skin that wasn't. So it's a triple-threat color change. hahaha.

I'd like to let you know that I am obsessed with the current following:

Hmm... that's it.