Apparently Lara is in Greensboro right now with her boyfriend named Jared. So I hear, ya know? But anyway, Connie is coming over shortly and we're going to go do
my favorite thing in the world. Shopping, of course. But I get a reward of seeing
The 40-Year Old Virgin tonight, so I'm quite pumped about that.
Anyway, Sarah's succumbed to America's newest drug problem, street-named Bubba (the scientific name, or so I'm told, is Bubblicious). Well, we've all suspected the problem for some time. She'd buy a pack, and a day later, it'd be gone. She'd want to go to the drug store more and more. Last night, I told her I didn't want to drive there, and she said, "Fine, I'll walk". My mom and dad half-threatened to not give her any more money to fuel her addiction, and she said matter-of-factly she'd just steal from them then. A pack used to last her a week -- now it barely holds her a day (in fact, she's doin' a pack a day now). Bubba has claimed another innocent.
Oh, and some BugFest pictures:

It's not common knowledge, but I'm really half, uh, fly. That's a fly's head, right? I think so.

Connie inches away from me as I enjoy my antchiladas. They weren't that good anyway. But the mealworm cookie sho' was.

Mmmm ... and this would be my wonderful, bug-ridden lunch. Antchiladas, cricket hummus, mealworm cookies, some type of salsa or something like that -- it was gazpacho, which is weird enough anyway, but with, uh, well, crickets, I think.