April's gone for the weekend, because her dipshit brother is marrying his [pregnant 20 year old] dipshit girlfriend today. She had wanted me to go with her to the wedding, but her mother decreed that "it's not appropriate!". Not that I wanted to go, but I'd go for April, who's worried about falling down stairs in her puny 1.5" heels and making an ass of herself. Plus it would have been fun to see the hick spectacle, apparently the groomsmen were wearing cowboy boots and hats.

So I'm alone for the weekend, which means I can be messy and not worry about anyone else, I can shower at a decent time because there's nobody sleeping in her room, and best of all I don't have to wear pants.

I believe I'll spend my night watching movies [Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Searching for Debra Winger, and Cold Creek Manor, all movies April would never want to see] whilst wearing pajamas and eating popcorn. I should probably be doing homework, but I just can't bring myself to do it. Shmeh.