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i bought napoleon dynamite last night and honestly, i thought it was the stupidest movie i had ever seen. it wasn't even that funny. maybe if i had seen it with friends it would have been better, but i don't know. i thought it was funny how he ran and that was it.
we went to church today for the first time in a six months. it was mad crazy and i never want to go again. i'm sick of being social with my mother's friends when i really don't like them. i'd rather barf out my eyes than have to talk to them sometimes. if one more person touches my hair or feels my hip bones i will KILL!!!
last night my mother and i were cleaning out my room upstairs because she was in a cleaning mood and i had to supervise her so that she didn't throw away all of my stuff, and i came across the going away letter you guys gave me at my going away party and then i found the "i love you" ribbon and i started crying really hard and i was like wtf i've been gone six months almost seven and i'm crying over the past? over not being there now? over what my life could be if i had stayed? haven't i learned a lot of things by moving that have really put me in my place and formed my character and taught me so many lessons that i needed to learn before i went out on my own?
anyway, this still really hurts.
oh yeah. last night my mom was showing me how to decorate cakes (oh em gee elaine, do you remember when we made all of that vu money by raffling off her cakes? we were by far the richest kids in vuville) and i was trying to make roses and it kept coming out lopsided and stuff and i was like i hate this. and my mom has really muscular hands from doing that stuff. it is so hard to squeaze the tube of icing out and stuff and i was like ahhH! so yeah. cake decorating is not for me.
HAHA I ALMOST FORGOT!!! okay my step dad and some guy were tearing down the roof in the man room (kira's TV room) and a rat fell out of the attic and escaped in the house and we couldn't find it anywhere so we figured it got outside through the guest house (which is attatched to the main house through one door) and then i was watching TV over there cuz its kind of my house and there was the rat! ahh it was the size of my fatass cat and i happened to be home alone so i phoned my mom's cell and was like GET BACK HERE NOW I'M GOING TO PEE MYSELF!!! and she came home and i was like on the top step freaking out and nigel chopped its head off with a hoe (the garden tool) and i was paranoid all last night and kept hearing rats in the attic.
we went to church today for the first time in a six months. it was mad crazy and i never want to go again. i'm sick of being social with my mother's friends when i really don't like them. i'd rather barf out my eyes than have to talk to them sometimes. if one more person touches my hair or feels my hip bones i will KILL!!!
last night my mother and i were cleaning out my room upstairs because she was in a cleaning mood and i had to supervise her so that she didn't throw away all of my stuff, and i came across the going away letter you guys gave me at my going away party and then i found the "i love you" ribbon and i started crying really hard and i was like wtf i've been gone six months almost seven and i'm crying over the past? over not being there now? over what my life could be if i had stayed? haven't i learned a lot of things by moving that have really put me in my place and formed my character and taught me so many lessons that i needed to learn before i went out on my own?
anyway, this still really hurts.
oh yeah. last night my mom was showing me how to decorate cakes (oh em gee elaine, do you remember when we made all of that vu money by raffling off her cakes? we were by far the richest kids in vuville) and i was trying to make roses and it kept coming out lopsided and stuff and i was like i hate this. and my mom has really muscular hands from doing that stuff. it is so hard to squeaze the tube of icing out and stuff and i was like ahhH! so yeah. cake decorating is not for me.
HAHA I ALMOST FORGOT!!! okay my step dad and some guy were tearing down the roof in the man room (kira's TV room) and a rat fell out of the attic and escaped in the house and we couldn't find it anywhere so we figured it got outside through the guest house (which is attatched to the main house through one door) and then i was watching TV over there cuz its kind of my house and there was the rat! ahh it was the size of my fatass cat and i happened to be home alone so i phoned my mom's cell and was like GET BACK HERE NOW I'M GOING TO PEE MYSELF!!! and she came home and i was like on the top step freaking out and nigel chopped its head off with a hoe (the garden tool) and i was paranoid all last night and kept hearing rats in the attic.