Hola from Hooterville!

Well, I know I said y'all wouldn't hear from me till Sunday, but I'm bored. So here I am (thanks to my Dad's laptop)! Everyone's in the living room, watching some old movie. At least, I think everyone is. My brother might've gone upstairs. My Dad loves him some old movies, man. And he loves torturing me with them. He was going through his to-do list (he's got Direct TV and tivo), and was like "Hey Rach, here's a new one" and I look, and the movie's made in 1978. Heh. Jackass. He kept doing it with all of them, even the ones from the sixties. And I only encourage him by laughing. Yesterday, he had me cracking up in the drive thru at Burger King. He kept doing his "and then?" impression from the "Dude, Where's My Car?" movie, and kept using the same voice with the employee. She'd be like "any sauce with that?" and he'd ask for the ketchup, in his stupid fake-chinese voice. I was like "damn you! Stop it!" Hee. The worst was that there was this tape thing over a part of the intercom, and he was like "Someone probably punched it in. And then?" Then, when we got up to the window, it looked like someone had crashed into the side of the building, because this thing was like hanging off the wall, and he pointed to it, and was all "and then, and then, and then, and then!" and I totally lost it. The employee was looking at us like we were totally insane. But we are, so I guess it's okay.

Heh, he just walked in, looked at the screen, and asked "God, do you write letters???" I was like "Dude, you have no idea." All right, I think I'm gonna go spend some more time with my lovah, the Worldlink channel. That, or harass my little brother, who I've barely seen all weekend, because he's got it in his head that he's growing up, and is spendin' all his time, talkin' to his friends. Growing up is not allowed, damn't. Heh.