Magical Sailor Fuku

So...
My friend, had her 15th birthday today, and it started out cool, at a local coffee shop, and after awhile four of the six of us there got bored so we walked to the target down the street, when we got there One of my friends grabbed like three saint patricks day hats and wore them.

another friend grabbed a frisbee from the toys aisle and started tossing it back and forth.

finally the other two friends grabbed bikes and started riding on them,

in the end we got 'escorted' out by security...

My friend who was turning 15 left with her boyfriend, unhappy, and her boyfriend left practically cussing the rest of us to our graves...forget colorful language, i got the entire rainbow....

Wow...just, wow. Heh, did the coffee get your friends all hyper or something?

And which one of those activities did you participate in? ((cause I think you miscounted, unless one friend did something twice. ))

Hahaha~ XD

Reminds me of a story. A buddy of mine went camping once and made the coffee in the morning...with caffeinated water.

He and his friends were hyper all day and his one friend wouldn't stop talking XD

yeah, my friend and her boyfriend sat on the law furniture across the isle from the bikes, and the security gaurd was OLD, like...srsly... old.

and yeah, we all had coffee. lots of coffee. Not quite caffinated water coffee, just plain water but it was enough to get us all hyped over...

still, I was mad because Sam, my friend's boyfriend kicked us out of the car when we reached Wal-mart, a few blocks away from target. And i left my book in his car, and I wanted to read it.

Heh, I see. Did you get the book back?

I have to wait, I think if I were to show up at the dudes house he would pull out a pistol or something, then the book would be a moot point because you can't read when you are dead....>_> darn target....

I thought that target was a fairly cool store, my opinions have changed at seeing their staff...

Heh, yeah, you have a good point there. Would probably wait till things cool down before trying to get the book back.

And, heh, never really been a fan of target, anyways, mainly because the nearest one to where I lived before going to college was 50 miles away.

yeah, 50 miles is a little far to go for overpriced clothes and high-strung security gaurds...

other than that, I will be BUSY-ER during my weekends, as i will be getting a job at my local hospital as a CNA. >_>

I'm always busy during my weekends...well, Saturday, at least, and if I don't finish my CS 140 homework by Saturday, will spend Sunday on it till I'm finished...or midnight comes.

And, 50 miles one time wasn't too far to go get a special edition game boy advance. It annoyed me at that time, telling my dad to get in line somewhere, and then, no...that's not the line. Then, they ran out before we could get one...from Target. Got a limited edition one from Toys R Us instead. XD Last time I went on Black Friday to get anything like that, too.

Ew homework...its the source of evil.

I remember getting the first original gameboy...>_> and its black and white glory. it was amazing for the time, now that I think about it, one of the first portable games in the world that didn't require a T.V. or anything, just annoying cartridges that did nothing but get smaller as time went on. The D.S. cartridges look like they could be phone memory cards.

Yes, homework is the source of evil...especially college homework. It's even more evil...if possible.

Heh, yeah, they certainly do. And, funny, that's where I stopped...well, Game Boy Advance SP, that is. ((No more batteries! XD))

I don't own a DS a friend of mine does since he is in game testing. I couldn't stand having to deal with the tiny cartridges, annoyingly tiny...and probably easy to break...

Batteries, like homework and paintings, are the source of evil...

Haha. Batteries, I can agree with, but since my uncle is a painter, I'd have to disagree with that bit about paintings.

paintings aren't inherently evil, just trying to get them up on the wall when they are crazy heavy and they cause your hands to blister...>_< not fun...especially when you are told you need to move the painting five times before the person decides its in the right place.

Aye...I hear ya. I forget whether or not I've had to move a large painting before, or not...cause I recall my uncle making one or two large ones.