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I think it's time for a "proper" update, but I've no clue what that means. :)
I need to download some more music, but I am not doing so until I get my precious Kazaa back. See, we completely erased my hard drive, so now I have to put everything back on it, and it sucks.
Today is the Fourth of July. It's my doggies birthday too. I'm so in the modd to make a collage it's not even funny. I've got pictures and glue and stuff. But I need poster board. GRRR!
The other day, my mom made me mad again, and I just started thinking about the time back when I was in seventh grade and we were going up to New York for Thanksgiving to spend a week with my dad's parents. Well, on the plane from Newark, New Jersey to Buffalo the lady came around and asked if we wanted anything, and she did the whole "We have this and this and this" and she mentioned tonic. I was like "Is it like seltzer water?" and my mom said "Sorta" so I got it. I ended up hating it, and we were trying to drink it before we got to New York so the lady wouldn't think anything you know? So my mom and I were coming up with all kinds of ideas to mute the taste a little bit. And I'm sure most of you who have drank tonic straight up know that it's kind of bitter. Well, we mixed it with coke, and we mixed it with my dads ginger ale. And nothing was helping. So I ended up having to drink half a can of tonic straight, and then what was left, we poured in my moms empty coke can.
I just kept thinking about that, because honestly, it was so much fun. And it was one of those tiny charter planes. My brother couldn't stand all the way up because he's like 6'3" and the plane was tiny. Gah, those plane rides we so much fun.
And on the way home, we had breakfast in the Buffalo airport in a Burger King (guh) and then we had to go check our bags and stuff. Well, we had to do the whole super-security thing because it was only like two months after September 11th. So I put my back pack and shit on the little conveyor belt so they could x-ray it, and i walked through the metal detector thinking it wasn't going to go off. Well, right when I walked through, it started going off and I got so scared. So the lady came over to me and had the little hand held metal thingy and it kept going off around my waist. Then I remembered MY BELT! I had worn a belt that had little metal studs spelling out something, I don't remember what, but it had made the metal detector go off. It was so bad, ugh. Ok I'm done rambling.
I need to download some more music, but I am not doing so until I get my precious Kazaa back. See, we completely erased my hard drive, so now I have to put everything back on it, and it sucks.
Today is the Fourth of July. It's my doggies birthday too. I'm so in the modd to make a collage it's not even funny. I've got pictures and glue and stuff. But I need poster board. GRRR!
The other day, my mom made me mad again, and I just started thinking about the time back when I was in seventh grade and we were going up to New York for Thanksgiving to spend a week with my dad's parents. Well, on the plane from Newark, New Jersey to Buffalo the lady came around and asked if we wanted anything, and she did the whole "We have this and this and this" and she mentioned tonic. I was like "Is it like seltzer water?" and my mom said "Sorta" so I got it. I ended up hating it, and we were trying to drink it before we got to New York so the lady wouldn't think anything you know? So my mom and I were coming up with all kinds of ideas to mute the taste a little bit. And I'm sure most of you who have drank tonic straight up know that it's kind of bitter. Well, we mixed it with coke, and we mixed it with my dads ginger ale. And nothing was helping. So I ended up having to drink half a can of tonic straight, and then what was left, we poured in my moms empty coke can.
I just kept thinking about that, because honestly, it was so much fun. And it was one of those tiny charter planes. My brother couldn't stand all the way up because he's like 6'3" and the plane was tiny. Gah, those plane rides we so much fun.
And on the way home, we had breakfast in the Buffalo airport in a Burger King (guh) and then we had to go check our bags and stuff. Well, we had to do the whole super-security thing because it was only like two months after September 11th. So I put my back pack and shit on the little conveyor belt so they could x-ray it, and i walked through the metal detector thinking it wasn't going to go off. Well, right when I walked through, it started going off and I got so scared. So the lady came over to me and had the little hand held metal thingy and it kept going off around my waist. Then I remembered MY BELT! I had worn a belt that had little metal studs spelling out something, I don't remember what, but it had made the metal detector go off. It was so bad, ugh. Ok I'm done rambling.