My Shorts Are Nonstick Pants
Hello people!
Holy, moo, I had one hum-dinger of a dream, and guess what? I remember all of it! :D
I had a dream that I was in this huge store and I got away with stealing a bunch of stuff every day, and I did it over and over again. I took a shower when I got home, and then I saw that Phil Ken Sebben was talking to someone on the other side of the room. Okay, after that, my day started over, and I did absolutely every thing exactly the same.
It happened a couple more times, until one day when I made this blue-pearl (yeah, I dunno) necklace for some girl I didn’t know, and she said, “It’s beautiful, but I can’t wear it.” I got a little sad, but said I understood and took the necklace back. I went to the front of the store where the check-out counters were, and I was going to steal the necklace (I made it from materials in the store that I hadn’t bought), but I felt guilty.
So I took the necklace to the back of the store and put it in a decorative barrel. Then I made my way out as fast as possible, attempting not to look suspicious. I passed a girl with two kids who seemed to be having trouble finding the exit, but I didn’t help. I realized later that I had to find Phil Ken Sebben when he was doing a speech of his that he did every day and listen to that speech (why? I dunno).
I was looking for my cell phone and couldn’t find it, so I checked my brother’s room and found his phone. I looked at a text he’d received to see if it was my phone, and then Nick stormed in (fresh out of a shower in his towel) and said, “Don’t look at my phone!” and I said, “I was looking for my phone!” and he said, “Get out!” So I went back to my room, lol.
Then, suddenly, I was Dean Winchester (<3). Sam and I had just gotten to this random house and we went to talk to the family about us staying there while we investigated something in town. They were super and we had to go do something, so we left. But the daughter, who was about ten, had a problem with us.
She thought we were super suspicious, so she looked through this huge armoire that had all of our stuff in it, and she found holy water and guns and books on the supernatural and all sorts of shit. She pulled everything out of the armoire and laid it out all over the living room and showed her parents. Then they all sat in the living room waiting for us to get back.
We did, and Sam got a little angry that all our stuff was on the floor. He panicked that we were gonna get kicked out, and we tried to explain ourselves, but…that’s where I woke up. :] WHEW! That was long, lol. So, I woke up at about 9:00 and got right up. I hopped online for a few minutes and then went out to say hi to mom and dad and give mom her card for Mothers' Day.
Then, I headed back to my room cuz we planned to just chill all day today, so it didn't really matter if we did so together. There was a marathon of Parental Control (a show on MTV) that ended around noon, so I watched that all morning. It was so much fun, I LOVE that show (probably a little too much, especially since it's so classless and stupid).
Once that was over, mom, dad and I went outside for half an hour to sit in the sun and the breeze. Then we watched a marathon of $25,000 Pyramid, which we used to watch all the time, although this one had Donny Osmond as the host. But it was fun and I liked watching that show again, it's very entertaining (title of this post was one of the categories). After that, I went to my room to play a little Sims2.
And now we're about to have dinner and watch Roxanne. Hilarious movie. Thank you to all of you that offered to help me out with The Epic Crichton Novel Search of 2009. YOU ALL ROCK. Oh, TDS/TCR people, it seems that very few people are making their nominations for the tds_rps FanFic Awards. So, please, if you haven't nom'd yet, go do so! <3
HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY, yet again. X] And now, below a cut, is the poem I wrote for my mom.
MOM
The woman who loves me,
And who knows me the best,
The one who understands me,
Better than all the rest.
A friend I can talk to,
Someone with whom to speak,
A shoulder to cry on,
When I am feeling weak.
Someone who steals my coffee,
And always makes me smile,
Someone who looks at books with me
As we act juvenile.
Sometimes you drive me crazy,
And I am not so calm,
But all the time, I love you,
Because you are my mom.
Love y'all - Mira/Doc/Kat *meow*
Holy, moo, I had one hum-dinger of a dream, and guess what? I remember all of it! :D
I had a dream that I was in this huge store and I got away with stealing a bunch of stuff every day, and I did it over and over again. I took a shower when I got home, and then I saw that Phil Ken Sebben was talking to someone on the other side of the room. Okay, after that, my day started over, and I did absolutely every thing exactly the same.
It happened a couple more times, until one day when I made this blue-pearl (yeah, I dunno) necklace for some girl I didn’t know, and she said, “It’s beautiful, but I can’t wear it.” I got a little sad, but said I understood and took the necklace back. I went to the front of the store where the check-out counters were, and I was going to steal the necklace (I made it from materials in the store that I hadn’t bought), but I felt guilty.
So I took the necklace to the back of the store and put it in a decorative barrel. Then I made my way out as fast as possible, attempting not to look suspicious. I passed a girl with two kids who seemed to be having trouble finding the exit, but I didn’t help. I realized later that I had to find Phil Ken Sebben when he was doing a speech of his that he did every day and listen to that speech (why? I dunno).
I was looking for my cell phone and couldn’t find it, so I checked my brother’s room and found his phone. I looked at a text he’d received to see if it was my phone, and then Nick stormed in (fresh out of a shower in his towel) and said, “Don’t look at my phone!” and I said, “I was looking for my phone!” and he said, “Get out!” So I went back to my room, lol.
Then, suddenly, I was Dean Winchester (<3). Sam and I had just gotten to this random house and we went to talk to the family about us staying there while we investigated something in town. They were super and we had to go do something, so we left. But the daughter, who was about ten, had a problem with us.
She thought we were super suspicious, so she looked through this huge armoire that had all of our stuff in it, and she found holy water and guns and books on the supernatural and all sorts of shit. She pulled everything out of the armoire and laid it out all over the living room and showed her parents. Then they all sat in the living room waiting for us to get back.
We did, and Sam got a little angry that all our stuff was on the floor. He panicked that we were gonna get kicked out, and we tried to explain ourselves, but…that’s where I woke up. :] WHEW! That was long, lol. So, I woke up at about 9:00 and got right up. I hopped online for a few minutes and then went out to say hi to mom and dad and give mom her card for Mothers' Day.
Then, I headed back to my room cuz we planned to just chill all day today, so it didn't really matter if we did so together. There was a marathon of Parental Control (a show on MTV) that ended around noon, so I watched that all morning. It was so much fun, I LOVE that show (probably a little too much, especially since it's so classless and stupid).
Once that was over, mom, dad and I went outside for half an hour to sit in the sun and the breeze. Then we watched a marathon of $25,000 Pyramid, which we used to watch all the time, although this one had Donny Osmond as the host. But it was fun and I liked watching that show again, it's very entertaining (title of this post was one of the categories). After that, I went to my room to play a little Sims2.
And now we're about to have dinner and watch Roxanne. Hilarious movie. Thank you to all of you that offered to help me out with The Epic Crichton Novel Search of 2009. YOU ALL ROCK. Oh, TDS/TCR people, it seems that very few people are making their nominations for the tds_rps FanFic Awards. So, please, if you haven't nom'd yet, go do so! <3
HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY, yet again. X] And now, below a cut, is the poem I wrote for my mom.
MOM
The woman who loves me,
And who knows me the best,
The one who understands me,
Better than all the rest.
A friend I can talk to,
Someone with whom to speak,
A shoulder to cry on,
When I am feeling weak.
Someone who steals my coffee,
And always makes me smile,
Someone who looks at books with me
As we act juvenile.
Sometimes you drive me crazy,
And I am not so calm,
But all the time, I love you,
Because you are my mom.
Love y'all - Mira/Doc/Kat *meow*