Well I went up to Philadelphia to bake cookies with my family this weekend. Ha if anyone is wondering why I am the way I am, just observe the family dynamic between the group of us. You can tell who is married in and who is of the Hasek line. Ha, I am apparently about as pure Hasek as you can get. Should I be proud? I really don't know. It seems to come with some of its own curses, such as a memory that only seems to remember some of the worst things, or that insatiable need to keep a joke going until someone gets pissed. I mean, I'm just saying, if anybody wonders where a real gem like me got the genetics, come to Philadelphia the weekend before Christmas, and just watch us go.

Anyway otherwise, my weekend was alright. Well until my mother said I look pregnant. That was real sweet of her. Maybe what really made it thoughtful was the way she said it, followed by a glance around the room to actually see the reassurance of everyone else just laughing along. It was just great you know! But at least I got these cool Giant Microbes out of it. They're so fun.

Then I came home and went to David's and got some fun gifts out of it. I got a fondue pot! from David's family. So everyone back at Pitt, reality nights (whatever night they end up being) just got way more fun for everybody. And David got me Dirty Minds, the board game, which should be a lot of fun. I played once and the only reason I won was because we never mixed up the cards lol! So that should be a fun board game back at school too.

Anyway, fuck heartless/thoughtless comments, fuck everything, and fuck my life!

So I had an odd day. I don't know where the time all went. I went to my grandmother's and set up her Christmas tree. We told her multiple times where it was. Then she asked me a few more times what classes I took, that ones getting old as well. She thanked me about 20 times for coming, and thats no exaggeration, and then Natalie called :).

So unexpectedly, I got a little chill date with my biffle. We went to Safeway and I did what I do . . . embarrass her. But within 5 minutes of getting to Subway, I had been complimented twice on my Pitt hoodie, so I considered starting a Hail to Pitt chant, but I decided that it maybe wasn't a good idea. Then I came home and went Kierstron came and picked me up and we hung out.

So we went to the gym. We took a "Killer Step class" I believe it was called. Bad News Bears if you haven't even done a regular step class, lol. If any of muh ladies reading this, sorry I slowed you guys up. Then I went over to David's, blahblahblah, no one wants to hear about it anyway. I know you guys are like, why do that to yourself . . .? The answer is I don't know, but probably just because I'm a masochist. I really don't know.

And I'm really annoyed because I come home and my parents are like, you know were leaving tomorrow to go to Philly? and I was noo, I thought that was a questionable plan at best. Well apparently not and we are going and were leaving tomorrow night. Glad I knew.

Kevin? Katie?