The museum experience
So.....My mom got pissed at me when I told her I had to be at Panera at 11 and chewed me out....I fukin told her a million times it is not my fault she forgot! Then dad screamed at me for the entire trip there, thank God it was short, about how I am going to get an STD (from who I haven't the faintest. I suggested my imagniary friend and he shut the fuck up) and I really don't know how we got on the topic of the whole STD thing but he is now convinced that I am some kind of crack whore and probably has the HIV or something. What happens in my parents' minds is beyond me.
The museum itself was awsome, but everyone kept talking and I swear we were like the only two listening. It was educatinal though and we get to discuss it tommorow during clubs......which means no homeroom for Sarah!!!! Fuck Riley!!!
I got home and slpet the rest of the day becuase I am just wierdo like that......me and my sparatic sleep patterns me damned! now I am awake as hell.
The museum itself was awsome, but everyone kept talking and I swear we were like the only two listening. It was educatinal though and we get to discuss it tommorow during clubs......which means no homeroom for Sarah!!!! Fuck Riley!!!
I got home and slpet the rest of the day becuase I am just wierdo like that......me and my sparatic sleep patterns me damned! now I am awake as hell.