If only Stern really were pinned between a car and a wall.
Today has been relatively nice.

I woke up and went to the allergist, at which point they injected me with 64 samples of stuff I might be allergic to. Turns out, I'm mad-crazy allergic to milk and dust mites.

Ironic. I spent most of my childhood being lactose-intolerant (which is not an allergy thing, by the way), and not wanting to explain all of that to people I just said I was allergic to it. Now that I've been eating dairy stuff for a year, my body's built up the anti-histamines for it and is just waiting for me to have a nice, big glass of milk.

Anyway, I went to Kohl's with my mom after that so she could buy a patio umbrella on sale and I got a denim jacket. Fun stuff. Stern called and wanted to do caribou, so I ran into Old Navy and got four tank tops in like three minutes.

Stern and I went to Caribou, and Mark met us there a few minutes later- it was cool, we just chilled and talked... Until someone ran into the building with their car yet again. I am not making this up. We were sitting outside and this woman drive right up onto the sidewalk like 15 feet away, taking out a column and slamming into a brick wall. She was driving a rental car, so I wonder if it was the same woman who did it the first time... Anyway, I am too nice so I offered for her to use my cell phone if she needed it. This evolved into me going with her to the car so she could get the number for the rental place, then reading the number since she didnt have her glasses, then leading her in to sit down at caribou, then dialing again, then explaining that it was a fax machine that picked up, then trying the other number, and then finally pretending like I had somewhere to be, lol. I went to my house real quick and grabbed my camera for comical photography purposes (you know, staging pictures where stern is pinned against the wall, that kind of thing) only to find when I got back that the battery was dead. Psh.

Stern left then, so Mark came back to my house and we watched TV for a while and talked about movies and old tv shows and stuff- then we decided to go see 28 days later. Bad idea. lol, we walked up to Phillip's Place and got tickets to the Charlie's Angels that started half an hour before 28 days later. After watching the first 35 minutes of CA, we went into 28 days later and watched it. Bad idea. It wasn't soo bad- just gross, weird, artsy, far-fetched, and European. All bad traits. British people scare me, especially the ones who are infected with some kind of crazy virus. I dunno, it was kinda scaryish and thought-provoking. Chilling with Mark was cool though- we talked about people and parents and movies and, of course, the golden age of nickelodeon (who else remembers salute your shorts?) :-D

So here's the name of the game: Teresa's gone to camp, Mark's leaving tomorrow, stern left today, Meg's in Orlando, Chris is leaving tuesday, DD is working, Christina's in Prague, Ian's somewhere godforsaken up north, and I haven't really heard from anybody else.

I'm stranded!