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.