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And Thus, begins the SUMMER! WOOO! |
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Yeah, woo, unless you live under my roof, with my father, and my brother. Then to you I say:
WELCOME TO HELL! Bathrooms are to your left, the guest bedroom is down the stairs and to you left, second door. Don't mind the hobo, he's harmless unless you try and take his hat... yes, please try to find your happy place in this stay.
Goodness, I am sarcastic tonight!
All the better to blog with, my dear!
Sooo... yeah. First... what day is it? Wednsday? Damn. Well... First Wed. of the first week of summer, and my dad comes storming into my room at 9:40am, telling me to wake up and smell the coffee!
1.) I was up till 1:30AM talking to my bf's brother about him and his girlfriends plans for the night... in other words, Im a little bushed.
2.) We dun have coffee. What a crule joke, father.
I am a night owl, and a teenager. Combine those, and you get one hell of a b***h in the morning. Especially when your (lovely) birds are chirping at three in the morning and your the closest to the 4 season porch so you can hear them! Gah! I was unhappy, and proceded to nap on the couch. Course, when I get up, I am UP. I won't fall asleep until 1 AM again. Bleh. Carpe Diam, father, Carpe Diam >.>
So I'm up, and look at that, my llama of a brother decides to hog the computor. Great. I'm tottally pissed and this moron is just going to camp out and take over the one thing I want to do. Eventually (At 3:00) He get's off, and I get it for all of 30 minnuets before my father suggests I get some exercize. Yes, I am such a COW, father, thank you for pointing that out. So I go and bike and run. Finally I get a text from a friend and run off to have a social life. She had to leave at 9, so we had 4 hours to walk between our two houses. We got some books, watched a movie, and she was gone. My friend from Misourii (Sp?) called. At 10:30. Nice, Mollie. I love her, and I was ranting about whatever and my brother yells at me to shut up, then, after I agree to do so, he tells my father on me (This was the 1st warning, and he was being an a** about it) so I moved down stairs where I get no reception, and tried to talk. FAIL. I told her I had to go, because I was getting sick of dropping the calls, so now I'm camped out like a 40 year old man at my Comp blogging about things no one will ever want to read. If you've made it this far, find yourself a life. Not a wife, a life. Wives can steal those. We are ninja. ninja
Ehh, Now I have nothing else to say. Comment people, tell me about your day.
 Maco-chan · Thu Jun 11, 2009 @ 05:08am · 1 Comments |
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