Day Quatre...

Day Four is a bit late, my apologies. My internet was failing hard last night so I just didn't want to upload all the pictures. Anyway, here it is a day late.
P.S. This edition (and the next 2 or 3) will feature Heather. She's special.




Wake up, do homework. Fun. I was doing my essay in bed so I can't complain.

I guess technically this is how I started my morning, with aspirin and water.

Woo, more work!

Eventually I got tired of the work, so I took a shower and got all decked out in Valencia gear.

HEY, LOOK WHO'S HERE!!! IT'S HEATHERRRR!!!

So, because we're both dumb we made a list of shit to do this weekend, based on someone's old school livejournal posts (we won't name the dumbass).

Our list is kind of awesome. We've done most of it already. And we added more after number 6. Yay for us!

OH NO!! WATCH OUT HEATHER!!!

It's okay, we're all well. She triumphs over the ice.

Brendan Walter of Valencia taught us how to be dicks and put on our friends parking brake while in the car. The skill: you cough, then pull at the same time. Gahh.

Being annoying is our thing. Four way flashers on? WHO CARES!

Crossing off number 1 on our list: McFlurries in a Flurry.

Drive-thrus fail. Heather was mad with rage.

Fuck yeah food!

I paid with my scene cred. Yeah, thats right. Scene points.

ICE CREAM. IN HEATHER'S MOUTH! She looks rabid.

Russel Peters teaches Heather odd things.

Thai food! Heather picks at her food. And has milk with every meal, cause she's jewish.

Om Nom Nom

Eating gave Heather such strength that she went out, cut down a tree, and put it up for my mom and I. Us short people appreciated the gesture.

Heather holding the tree with one hand. No big deal.

Anyway, Day Five should be coming up fairly soon. Also, it's almost Heather's Birthday!!! =D