you're a mean one mr. grinch.
hi! everybody else still sounds grouchy etc in all their entries. you all look tired at school. vacation is looming only three school days away, and friday probably won't count much so w/e.
please ditch a little bit of homework and go to bed early and cheer up. you're all going to make me explode.
you'll get christmas/hanukah/extra sleeping in/chilling/snowboarding or SOMETHING.
(moving on)
i have a few lame-ass stories for you. but they're all true. whatever, i think they're funny and worth writing down.
MY VERSION OF THE MOVIE A CHRISTMAS STORY:
we got a tree last weekend because my mom told us not to come home from church without one. so we went to like 3 different places and my dad fought with the guy over on route 27 and called him swindling trailer trash or something like that because obviously all the trees are going to have different prices depending on height/type/etc. my dad thinks that all trees should just cost 5 bucks and that's not how it works. so fast forward through like the home depot because it was closing and then we went to that place up by glen echo. the lady running the place reminded me of that nun bitch on desperate housewives except she was like a foot taller than ms cowie. so then finally after like an hour in freezing cold and the crazy lady and my dad arguing forever over five dollars difference in the price, we finally went home with a scrawny-ass tree and lots of goosebumps.
then when we got in my dad had a cow because he's sexist and my mom didn't make dinner (i don't know what the big deal was) so i started cooking some spaghetti and he went and was like "i don't like spaghetti very much" (because there's no meat in a jar of sauce, duh, and i hate touching raw anything and won't cook it in there and it takes extra time anyways) so i don't know what his problem is. so i told him to starve. and he cooked for himself eggs in the microwave. WHO DOES THAT??? i don't understand how that actually works.
and the tree was too tall after all that damned negociation crap with the not-a-nun lady so then we had this battery-powered saw thing in the house and put a trash bag under the tree to protect the rug and then the batteries died and the saw kept making these weird farting noises and i kept laughing and everybody seriously thinks i'm on crack here and they kept looking at me like i had some sort of problem. it was great. so then they had the chainsaw in the house and it got wood chips all over the place and it made a huge sappy mess because the trash bag did a crappy job of covering the rug.
we then decorated the tree and my mom had a hissy fit over decorations again. every single year she will stress out over stuff not worth worrying about for most of december until christmas and then like three days after because she has issues with transition.
and i didn't do my homework, and i went to school and realized i had to make alot of crap up and then i shot my eye out.
the end.
and in the closing credits, mr carey injures himself badly enough to be hospitalized until june in a drinking binge fueled physics experiment involving those stupid blue and red cars and a few bricks and a "trebushay" or catapult or whatever and the bottle rocket launcher off the A building roof.
hahahaha
please ditch a little bit of homework and go to bed early and cheer up. you're all going to make me explode.
you'll get christmas/hanukah/extra sleeping in/chilling/snowboarding or SOMETHING.
(moving on)
i have a few lame-ass stories for you. but they're all true. whatever, i think they're funny and worth writing down.
MY VERSION OF THE MOVIE A CHRISTMAS STORY:
we got a tree last weekend because my mom told us not to come home from church without one. so we went to like 3 different places and my dad fought with the guy over on route 27 and called him swindling trailer trash or something like that because obviously all the trees are going to have different prices depending on height/type/etc. my dad thinks that all trees should just cost 5 bucks and that's not how it works. so fast forward through like the home depot because it was closing and then we went to that place up by glen echo. the lady running the place reminded me of that nun bitch on desperate housewives except she was like a foot taller than ms cowie. so then finally after like an hour in freezing cold and the crazy lady and my dad arguing forever over five dollars difference in the price, we finally went home with a scrawny-ass tree and lots of goosebumps.
then when we got in my dad had a cow because he's sexist and my mom didn't make dinner (i don't know what the big deal was) so i started cooking some spaghetti and he went and was like "i don't like spaghetti very much" (because there's no meat in a jar of sauce, duh, and i hate touching raw anything and won't cook it in there and it takes extra time anyways) so i don't know what his problem is. so i told him to starve. and he cooked for himself eggs in the microwave. WHO DOES THAT??? i don't understand how that actually works.
and the tree was too tall after all that damned negociation crap with the not-a-nun lady so then we had this battery-powered saw thing in the house and put a trash bag under the tree to protect the rug and then the batteries died and the saw kept making these weird farting noises and i kept laughing and everybody seriously thinks i'm on crack here and they kept looking at me like i had some sort of problem. it was great. so then they had the chainsaw in the house and it got wood chips all over the place and it made a huge sappy mess because the trash bag did a crappy job of covering the rug.
we then decorated the tree and my mom had a hissy fit over decorations again. every single year she will stress out over stuff not worth worrying about for most of december until christmas and then like three days after because she has issues with transition.
and i didn't do my homework, and i went to school and realized i had to make alot of crap up and then i shot my eye out.
the end.
and in the closing credits, mr carey injures himself badly enough to be hospitalized until june in a drinking binge fueled physics experiment involving those stupid blue and red cars and a few bricks and a "trebushay" or catapult or whatever and the bottle rocket launcher off the A building roof.
hahahaha