Tattoos Everywhere. Again

So ever since the tattoo incident in BG, my sister is fascinated by temporary tattoos. She was just sitting here talking about how her best friend Becca had a rainbow temporary tattoo with sparkles on it (this, by the way, JUST happened). I suggested that whenever I got married the bridesmaids would get unicorn temporary tattoos on their arms. My mom added that I could give little favors filled with various temporary tattoos in them. Anyway, I remembered that I hung out with "Jim" (see previous blog posts for the explaination of this) and my favorite sophomore in the entire world, Katie Barnes last night. My mom made me leave at nine because I had not been home all day, due to working on a project for Earth and Space from 11 until 12:30 and hanging out with Jim at 12:45 up til then. When I got home, Jim texted me and informed me that they had found Poptart temporary tattoos in his wallet (how they got there and why he had them is still unclear to me). I say Katie today and she told me that it was true and they had to cut the temporary tattoo in half and she got the half that said "Rooms for Rent" on a toaster and two Poptarts, whereas Hea- I mean Jim insisted on getting the part that said "Poptarts!" on it. When I revealed this to my sister and my mom, Olivia said very loudly, "PLEASE MARRY HIM!!!" I feel as if my sister had grown up very maturely indeed.

"I gotta go pick up the dog Chad."

My sister is one tough cookie and I admire her for that. While we were in BG, she got her heart broken by a boy named Chad. He was a real jerk to her and I wanted to drive back to O'boro and kick his patooty. In trying to make her feel better, my mom, Taylor and my aunt proceeded to say things like "What the Chad?!" "I got to take a Chad." and my favorite, "Shut the Chad up!". It definitely has caught on and my sister uses this phrase repeatidly. The other day, she told my mom and me that she dropped her pencil in band and she said "Oh, Chad!" Maybe not the best way to say it in a classroom enviroment, but it's good that she's getting those negative feelings about that boy out of her system. My dad even says "I got to go take a Chad." It might be immature, but it's really fun to say.

Tattoos Everywhere

So, quite a while ago, my mom, sister, cousin, aunt and I went to BG for a basketball camp for the youngins'. We were driving downtown and my sister and my cousin Taylor act pretty crazy when they're together, so they're in the back seats of my mom's car giggling. They see this sign for a tattoo place. My sister was all "Ok, ok watch this." She this proceeds to raise up the sleeve of her t-shirt and in a very serious face, says "Get out your hot rags boys..I want a unicorn." Everyone in the car busted out laughing. She continued by raising up the back of her shirt and saying "Hummingbird please!" and "I had my mole cut off for this one." (She has a mole on her back). It was so funny, it still makes all of us laugh, two months later.

Homeboy, You're Too Close

My sister is in band and she plays the baritone. There was a band concert last week, so I had to go to watch my sister play (actually that was an excuse, I really just went because all my friends are in band and it's way more entertaining than sitting next to your mother for four hours in uncomfy bleachers or staying at home with nothing to do). So I was up in the freshmen section, you know, just chilling with my band friends when all of a sudden, BAM! MY SISTER IS SURROUNDED BY BOYS. If you have a younger brother or sister, or if you are one, usually the older siblings are over-protective, or at least I am. So I'm sitting next to my friend and being poked, while staring at my sister, giggling at some over zealous, preteen homeboy in a band costume. I am apalled. My sister is too young for boys, she's thirteen for pete's sake! It's a good thing the band director said people could not move during the music or whatever or I would be up there laying the smack down on them. Peace out my fellas!

Missing You

So my sister was at a band trip thing this past weekend. It was pretty quiet around the house. I got things done, such as sleeping in fifteen minutes, getting ready on time and getting to school five minutes before I usually do with Olivia. It was a good Friday. Still, I could not help missing a little part of that annoyingness that is my thirteen year old sister. That night, my family went to eat at Fugi. We were sitting down at the tables and after we had ordered our drinks, my brother said, "Where's Olivia?". It was quite sad because it was very noticible that she was gone, no random noises being yelled from her room and there was no crying from my brother. Sure enough, when we were all in the kitchen this morning, she started arguing with me about something relating to food. My parentals definitely said they missed the quietness. I, on the other hand, am glad to have my baby sissy back.

No Sushi for You!

So if you didn't know, I'm pretty much in love with seafood. What I love more than seafood is Japanese-American food. I just love watching the habachi chefs do all these tricks for our entertainment. Anyway, even though I prefer the hearty meals of Japanese-American cuisine, what I really love is sushi. Now you're probably going, "Uh, that's sick nasty girl. Late-r." But it's really good (Ninki's has the best, btw). Ok, well my mom and Olivia went to go watch the Ohio County High School state game thursday(I think???) with my mom's sister and her daughter (Auntie and Taylor. I feel as if I've mentioned them before..) because my mom and my aunt have both played at OCHS. So my dad, Evan and I went out to Ninki's for dinner (my whole family loves Japanese food also, but none have compared to me). My dad is on this dumb diet where he doesn't eat grain, and eats more protein, so he got sushi (less rice than a regular hibachi meal, but more meat because it contains more fish), Evan just got vegtables and rice and I got scallops. I won't go into a lot of detail, but I got stuffed real quick, quicker than I usually do at Japanese restrurants. So we got two boxes, one for Evan, because he ate like nothing, and one for me. Dad put his sushi in my contain and I was excited because I was all "Awesome midnight snack!!!" But unfortunately, no. When I got home, I went upstairs and fell straight asleep and woke up at 6:30 to get ready for school. When I went downstairs I found one of the boxes open so I was like "Wooo sushi for breakfast!" When I opened up the fridge, I froze (haha. pun). There was no white box in the second shelf where I had placed mine last night. I close the door, and turn around slowly. "WHO. ATE. THE. SUSHI?" it took all of my might to not scream at my familia. My eyes zero in on my sister who stares back, but with a pink glow in her cheeks. I give her the death glare, realizes she was the one who ate all of my dinner the night before. I will go ahead and admit, that since my sister ALWAYS brings home food from Japanese restrurants because she NEVER eats even half of her meal I help her out by just snacking a little bit on her food so she doesn't have to eat so much. I guess this was her revenge. I heated up my brother's leftovers (because it was HIS box she so cleverly avoided) and ate that while death staring her down. Oh. It. Is. ON LITTLE SISTER.

Harry Potter is Not a Fan of UK Basketball, the Jerk

Watching UK basketball is a tradition in our household for three reasons: my parents went there, my dad thinks Coach Cal is a real person and the players are really talented. So we're sitting in the sun room, just kinda chilling, watching the game when all of a sudden on a commerical break my dad turns off the tv. I, appalled, turned to ask what the crap he was doing when he was glaring at Olivia. You see, my sister isn't a fast reader like my dad and me and she has set a goal to finish the last four Harry Potter books in 9 weeks (she goes to CV, so they still have AR). She had 90 pages left in the 6th book that day and she conviently sat next to the tv with her book open but instead of reading, she was watching the game. So, when my dad turned off the tv for the commerical break, she looked up at my dad with the exact same incredilous look I was giving him. He said to her, "If you don't read two pages before the end of the commercial break, you won't watch this game." She finished the two pages, but when my dad turned on the tv, Uk was up by four more points. My mom and I gave Olivia a frustrated look. If you ask me, she should have gone in the other room. This continued about two more times before the game ended. Needless to say, I will not allow her to watch the next game if she has not finished the last two books. GO UK!