So right now, as I write this, Brian and Ray are in the city seeing the movie p...as in the number. A black and white movie about the number p.

Math majors. Go figure.

But I had a great day today. I did, really. I woke up really early (considering I didn't fall asleep until 4:30am, anything is early before noon) and went with my mom and Ann to the Tanger Outlet Mall in Riverhead. It's an hour away.

Ann and I both said on the way in "This looks like the entrance to Disney!"

Damn, it's huge. There were so many stores we gave up. They have a trolley to get from one side of the mall to the other. I got really nice pants for $15 and three pairs of free shades. Joy.

I managed to refrain from buying Brian anything. Although I was tempted. I am by nature a very weak person when it comes to buying pretty things for people I love, but I am poor and must not give in.

It also helped that my mother dragged me out of the store.

The one thing I did buy that I could have lived without was a hockey jersey. Yep. A hockey jersey. Boston Bruins (Brian says it's the away jersey, because it's black). I saw it, I recalled how comfy Brian's jerseys are whenever I can swipe one, and how adorable I am in them...and I bought it. I picked up a large first, then shook my head, put it back, and grabbed a medium. Don't want Brian stealing MY jersey and playing hockey in it or something silly like that. Can you imagine!!!??? Eeew. It'd smell like wet boy and all that awful stuff!

:::snicker:::

So I finally decided to change the cds in my stereo. Both disks of Delicate Sound Of Thunder and Big Bad Voodoo Daddy have been my entertainment for the last week. So I took it all out and put in Sarah McLachlan's Surfacing, which is a lovely album. Peaceful and pretty. Not that Pink Floyd isn't, but too much Floyd makes my head hurt after a while. The same thing goes for swing. Love it, but I'll have spongy spots in my brain if I listen to much more this week.

I'm still considering what else to put in the changer.

This is my sister at Baldwin park...in her pajamas. What you can't see in the picture is the pile of battered and bruised ninjas she just fought off successfully when they tried to steal her Magic Staff of Bonking. Don't ever come between Ann and her Magic Staff of Bonking. It just ain't pretty what happens when you do. Also off camera is the tea party. It was four-o'clock after all. I saw this picture in her room and promptly stole and scanned it. Then I asked her if I could put it up here. "There are other pictures I'd prefer you use..." But here it is, for all to enjoy. I just thought it was the coolest picture I'd ever seen and had to have it. I also made my mother a blonde in her wedding picture, which she thought was fabulous. Then I made my father's tux baby blue.

She didn't like that quite as much so I put it all back to normal. What a party pooper.

After going to the outlet mall I ate McDonalds with Ann and we snagged ourselves a brother Darryl and headed to the beach. There's nothing quite as much fun as making a giant hippo out of sand. Then taking lewd pictures with said hippo.

Okay, maybe not lewd pictures, but we tried to be fun. There's one with Darryl and I lying on either side of the hippo. He may have done something lewd, but I couldn't tell. I'll have to wait for the pictures to be developed. Soon, I hope.

I still have to find the bunny ones. Did I ever mention the night the three of us went to the beach and made a HUGE sand bunny? With a word bubble that said "Go forth and multiply" or something like that. THAT ruled. But we took lewd pictures with the bunny. Darryl and I both got sand in our mouths if I recall properly...from the bunny.

I think I'll leave you with that image. And I'll tell you later what really happened.