I started watching The Inbetweeners today. One of the girls at work, the one who is a Whovian, suggested I should get on that so I did. I don't know how sold I am on it, but I do think it is pretty hilarious and I like the main actor, Simon who plays Will...not Simon who is played by Joe? I think that is his name. And their accents are all so pomp, quite different than most of the accents I have heard on other UK shows. Reminds me more of that Charlie guy from YouTube. I keep getting distracted by how old it is that they twenty-somethings can play awkward high schoolers so well. It shouldn't be that flawless.
I think peeling my almost week old nude fingernail polish may be the most productive thing I have started to do today (just started peeling a few minutes ago). I mean, I did actually ingest some food that was not in cracker form. I also aired up the tires on Brie's old bike and went for a bit of a ride around. I had convinced myself that it would be a leisurely ride, but I stilled ended up winded and weak by the end of it.
Sandra wanted to get drunk tonight but I nixed that. I am not about to fuck my stomach so quick. I would rather have a boring weekend. Actually, even without the stomach issues, I would like to have a boring weekend most of the time. She expressed a type of cabin fever issue and needing to make friends because she wants someone to go with her to late night jazz. Definitely not my bag on all accounts: jazz, late night, public places. I kind of like jazz sometimes, but all those other factors trump the "maybe" that is the possible enjoyment of the band she likes to go see.
I think peeling my almost week old nude fingernail polish may be the most productive thing I have started to do today (just started peeling a few minutes ago). I mean, I did actually ingest some food that was not in cracker form. I also aired up the tires on Brie's old bike and went for a bit of a ride around. I had convinced myself that it would be a leisurely ride, but I stilled ended up winded and weak by the end of it.
Sandra wanted to get drunk tonight but I nixed that. I am not about to fuck my stomach so quick. I would rather have a boring weekend. Actually, even without the stomach issues, I would like to have a boring weekend most of the time. She expressed a type of cabin fever issue and needing to make friends because she wants someone to go with her to late night jazz. Definitely not my bag on all accounts: jazz, late night, public places. I kind of like jazz sometimes, but all those other factors trump the "maybe" that is the possible enjoyment of the band she likes to go see.
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