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Today was something to be remembered...
My room is CLEAN, and this is a miracle -- I mean, not to sound like your typical teenager, but my room was a MESS. People tell me "Oh sorry my room is a TOTAL mess" and I'm like "bitch, haven't seen my room."
But now my room is packed into boxes and thrown into garbage bags and it's just a total miracle.
Some highlights of today were when:
Lauren decided it smelled like a "tattoo parlor"
The fridge that hasn't been touched for 3 years -- and yes, there is stuff growing in it -- was opened
And my personal favorite...
THE FURBY INCIDENT
We were cleaning the smallest bedroom, which is just full of junk as me and my dad have used it as if it were a storage room. So I'm going through a crate of old toys and stuffed animals and just decide most of it's trash. I pick up the whole crate to move it and all of a sudden, out of the crate I just hear "ME GO WAAAHMUMBLEMUMBLE!" and Lauren screamed, Anthy was like "wtf?!", and I screamed and threw the crate.
IT WAS A FUCKING FURBY. It has been in that crate, buried under who knows what for atleast over 3 years and it was STILL MOVING. Not just moving, no; talking and going "Me so scared!" "Me so hungry!" We didn't know what to do -- so Lauren, solution-maker of the day, just put it in the trashbag; much to the poor things discomfort, seeing as how it continued to MOVE and COMPLAIN. So Anthy took it out and shook it a bit, tried to "feed" it, and just shook it some more. Then it just started singing "Lalalalala" repeatedly Lauren threw it and hit it. Then it just stopped talking and moved a lot, it blinked, and shook, and moved it's ears.
Then Anthy took a 10 pound lifting-weight to it's head.
The end of baby Furby.
<33 Much thanks for today's progress goes to Anthy, Lauren, and Anthy's dad for taking ALL OUR GARBAGE to a dumpster behind Acme!
My room is CLEAN, and this is a miracle -- I mean, not to sound like your typical teenager, but my room was a MESS. People tell me "Oh sorry my room is a TOTAL mess" and I'm like "bitch, haven't seen my room."
But now my room is packed into boxes and thrown into garbage bags and it's just a total miracle.
Some highlights of today were when:
Lauren decided it smelled like a "tattoo parlor"
The fridge that hasn't been touched for 3 years -- and yes, there is stuff growing in it -- was opened
And my personal favorite...
THE FURBY INCIDENT
We were cleaning the smallest bedroom, which is just full of junk as me and my dad have used it as if it were a storage room. So I'm going through a crate of old toys and stuffed animals and just decide most of it's trash. I pick up the whole crate to move it and all of a sudden, out of the crate I just hear "ME GO WAAAHMUMBLEMUMBLE!" and Lauren screamed, Anthy was like "wtf?!", and I screamed and threw the crate.
IT WAS A FUCKING FURBY. It has been in that crate, buried under who knows what for atleast over 3 years and it was STILL MOVING. Not just moving, no; talking and going "Me so scared!" "Me so hungry!" We didn't know what to do -- so Lauren, solution-maker of the day, just put it in the trashbag; much to the poor things discomfort, seeing as how it continued to MOVE and COMPLAIN. So Anthy took it out and shook it a bit, tried to "feed" it, and just shook it some more. Then it just started singing "Lalalalala" repeatedly Lauren threw it and hit it. Then it just stopped talking and moved a lot, it blinked, and shook, and moved it's ears.
Then Anthy took a 10 pound lifting-weight to it's head.
The end of baby Furby.
<33 Much thanks for today's progress goes to Anthy, Lauren, and Anthy's dad for taking ALL OUR GARBAGE to a dumpster behind Acme!