A chicken and french fry burrito was consumed..

It's Monday. I hate Monday. I especially hate Mondays that are involved in a short week. Something about the week only being 3 days long makes my Mondays that much longer. And the fact that I am starving while I'm writing this post and looking forward to Thanksgiving does not help in making this Monday go by any faster. So I'll just tell you about my weekend while I day dream about this turdukin that I'm suppose to be consuming on Thursday. Side note: I've never had a turdukin. I don't even know if I'm spelling it right. But my Uncle from Cali had one delivered to my Aunt's for our meal on Thanksgiving. Along with a bunch of sides. And told her to go by two more fresh turkeys and a ham. I don't think I'll be starving on Thursday...

Anyways, Friday night Nick and I went out with some of our friends. So where I'm from, there is a little restaurant that sells burritos and such. Well, on Friday and Saturday nights from like 11-2 they just sell burritos on the street. Let me just tell you, I thought we were buying burritos from a random person, not a restaurant and I was perfectly okay with this. But then once they pointed out it was not from a rando, I felt a little better about eating it. Anyways, this burrito contains two ingredients. Chicken and french fries. I kid you not. And it was one of the best things ever. Nick has now informed me that we will be going up there every weekend to get burritos. We went back up there Saturday night after hanging out at our friends house. He loves them. He also put wayyyy too much hot sauce on his Friday night and I thought his eyeballs were going to pop out of his head. At one point I swear he said "ow" while eating it. Not joking.

Saturday I did a little shopping which was nice. Except that I hate people. So being in the mall at this time was the worst idea ever. Because there were 7495703424798 people in there. Probably not that many, but at least 232305 people. Then Saturday night I planned on just sitting on the couch watching Christmas movies and painting pottery while Nick wrote his paper. So he came downstairs after his nap and started on his paper. After about a half hour we decided we were not laying around, that we were going to our friends house. So that's what we did. And that's where the game of baseball happened. And that's what produced this hilarious videos.

My friends >>> yours. Sorry not sorry.

Sunday was spent like any other Sunday. I layed around for the afternoon while watching the Bears play awful against the Rams. Which doesn't really matter to me since I don't like either of those teams, but since the Bears are Nick's team I was hoping they would win. But they didn't. Oh well. Then we headed to my parents to do 4 hours of laundry. Seriously, please tell me how two people can accumulate that much laundry in a week. A week! And we had four loads. Then we watched the AMA's. And Pitbull bugged me, I loved Christina and A Great Big World's performance, and Miley is just Miley and for some reason I love her.

And that was my weekend. How was yours?