I had a chance to sleep in today. Well, if you call being able to sleep in until 8 sleeping in. Anyways, I thought that I was well rested and all that jazz.
But oh no. I woke up to find that I had an entire conversation via text messages with my brother last night. Nothing embarrassing or anything, but he started off speaking in Spanish. To which I replied. This is where the confusion comes. Reading through them again, I thought he and I were talking in Spanish the first couple texts until he finally got to the “big” question. But my brother thought I was speaking in French but I know I wasn’t. Queution is not how you spell question in French. And apparently not how you spell it in Spanish either. On top of not knowing the language that was being used, I have no recollection of this conversation ever happening. The last thing I remember was falling asleep around 10 and waking up at midnight to turn off my tv.
Turns out the whole point of our conversation was so he could ask if I thought he should cut his hair cause other people at school think he should. Come to think of it, I have yet to answer his question. I should probably do that…
On another (unrelated) note, I have been asked by Ian to share that tomorrow is free cupcakes and condoms day (in light of Valentine’s Day). Yeah, weird combination, I know.