Dur.

Brad is the worst influence in the entire world. Also, he made me drive a car (it was to take him to the hospital after he hit his head, but it was still terrifying). So, yeah, spent the week basically hanging out with Brad. We went to the hospital. He told everyone at the bar it was because he got shot, but he really just fell off his pull up bar. A slightly less exciting story, I was the bad girlfriend that told everyone the embarrassing truth. I also managed to take 10 minutes to drive to the hospital... Brad lives like two blocks from the hospital. In my just woken from a sleep by Brad falling on the floor and then having to drive I took a very circuitous route, and he was yelling at me and playing with the radio, most annoying injured passenger EVER.

My phone is so busted and dead. My dad says he'll get a new one for me though. Woot.

Brad's at work, and I've got so much stuff to do before going to bed and then going to Brad's at like eight am. My house is a mess.

Good night people, I would blog more from Brad's but I've been having problems with his keyboard. It's a mac, and my nails get stuck. Stupid manicure. I'm actually doing my nails tonight so I can type better. I am both ridic vain, and ridic nerdy. Wow.