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Yesterday when I came home from school:
- Mom: Go into the kitchen and sit down at the table.
- Me: Shit. This can't be good, I'm thinking. Where did I leave the bowl this time? Shit. *ears burn with fear*imagined guilt*
- Mom: Lizzy, you too.
- Me: Phew, we're both busted for something, probably just the drinking on v-day, no biggie, i've been through this speech before. *relief*
- Mom: Where are the grade cards? *eyes bulge*
- Me: Aw shit, I knew I shouldn't have covered for lizzy on that one...mine were actually good this semester. *kicks self*
- Lizzy: It's my fault. I asked her not to give hers to you. *honesty is the best policy look*
- Me: This is really twilight zone. Are you okay Lizzy? *incredulous*
- Mom: Shut up. Don't leave the table until you are ready to go to bed.
- Me: What? We're in time-out all night? Aw shit. *Aw shit*
- I read chapters 23 AND 24 in Euro...fell asleep on the kitchen table listening to bright eyes on my discman.....ate 3 nature valley granola bars....and wrote a ballad in iambic pentameter....about walter lowry. This entry is dedicated to MG. I had a grapefruit too. And got a new pair of Uggs. They are hunter green this time. They are hideously awesome. Also, all of my lines in the convorsation above are internal....I quiver in fear at the feet of my mother.