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OK. I'm at project so I have to be quick before someone comes and bugs me again. So here goes...
Last night was amazing. Kim, Sarah G., and Sarah M. all came over to my house to watch the Pistons game, WHICH WE WON!!!!!! Screw Dwayne Wade, he's a little bitch. But anyway my mother made a fool of herself, as always. She kept yelling CHAUNCEY BILLUPS and screaming when the Pistons scored. She was all the way at the end of the house, yet we could still hear her. I was like yup, that's where I get my craziness from. After the game ended, my mom was like Auguste, break out the fireworks!! Yes, you heard right, we are such pyros that we keep a stash of illegal fireworks under Auguste's bed. So we all took a field trip to the field trip to the Seaholm track, and lit off our fireworks in the long jump sandbox, which Kim mistook for a kid's sandbox ("guys, we have clean up the metal. I don't want the kids to get hurt." "Kim, it's for high school track" "Oh. Then leave it. They'll survive."). My mom was hilarious. As we were lighting off fireworks, she was like "OK girls, if the cops come, run. If you get caught, blame it on the neighbors. Oh, and by the way, you've never met me". Then as we leaving she threw the bag we carried the fireworks in at Auguste and said "you take it! I don't want the evidence." So yeah, if you live in the general vicinity of Seaholm, and you heard really obnoxious people yeling and setting off awesome fireworks, that was us. We are the coolest.
I went to Mark's party on Sunday. Wow. That was interesting. I learned something about myself: If I really dislike you, I will argue with you on whatever you say, even if I agree with you. For instance, someone I really don't like was making fun of Kentucky. Now, I make fun of Kentucky quite a bit. It's like a national pastime in Cincinnati. Which is exactly the point. I'm from Cininnati, the closest you can get to Kentucky without being in Kentucky. So let me tell you, when I make fun of the ol KY (I think that's it), I know what I'm talking about. This person was just operating off stereotypes. So I was basically like "Bitch, you don't know Kentucky. You don't know what you're talking about, so go kill yourself. Nobody likes you and you're not funny. Now, get out of my sight before I kick your ass." Ok, no I wasn't, but I wish I'd said it. Honestly, KY is not that bad. The people are very nice, especially in Louisville, and it's home to the most prestigious horse farms and racetracks in the country. Which, by the way, that asshole pretended to know about, and then I completely owned him. He was such a little 5 year old bitch, he went "Oh, well no one cares anyway". THEN DON'T PRETEND YOU KNOW ABOUT IT. YOU'RE A STUPID BITCH, STOP TALKING. Yeah, so, I wish he'd stop talking forever.
Well, I've got to run. Peace.
Last night was amazing. Kim, Sarah G., and Sarah M. all came over to my house to watch the Pistons game, WHICH WE WON!!!!!! Screw Dwayne Wade, he's a little bitch. But anyway my mother made a fool of herself, as always. She kept yelling CHAUNCEY BILLUPS and screaming when the Pistons scored. She was all the way at the end of the house, yet we could still hear her. I was like yup, that's where I get my craziness from. After the game ended, my mom was like Auguste, break out the fireworks!! Yes, you heard right, we are such pyros that we keep a stash of illegal fireworks under Auguste's bed. So we all took a field trip to the field trip to the Seaholm track, and lit off our fireworks in the long jump sandbox, which Kim mistook for a kid's sandbox ("guys, we have clean up the metal. I don't want the kids to get hurt." "Kim, it's for high school track" "Oh. Then leave it. They'll survive."). My mom was hilarious. As we were lighting off fireworks, she was like "OK girls, if the cops come, run. If you get caught, blame it on the neighbors. Oh, and by the way, you've never met me". Then as we leaving she threw the bag we carried the fireworks in at Auguste and said "you take it! I don't want the evidence." So yeah, if you live in the general vicinity of Seaholm, and you heard really obnoxious people yeling and setting off awesome fireworks, that was us. We are the coolest.
I went to Mark's party on Sunday. Wow. That was interesting. I learned something about myself: If I really dislike you, I will argue with you on whatever you say, even if I agree with you. For instance, someone I really don't like was making fun of Kentucky. Now, I make fun of Kentucky quite a bit. It's like a national pastime in Cincinnati. Which is exactly the point. I'm from Cininnati, the closest you can get to Kentucky without being in Kentucky. So let me tell you, when I make fun of the ol KY (I think that's it), I know what I'm talking about. This person was just operating off stereotypes. So I was basically like "Bitch, you don't know Kentucky. You don't know what you're talking about, so go kill yourself. Nobody likes you and you're not funny. Now, get out of my sight before I kick your ass." Ok, no I wasn't, but I wish I'd said it. Honestly, KY is not that bad. The people are very nice, especially in Louisville, and it's home to the most prestigious horse farms and racetracks in the country. Which, by the way, that asshole pretended to know about, and then I completely owned him. He was such a little 5 year old bitch, he went "Oh, well no one cares anyway". THEN DON'T PRETEND YOU KNOW ABOUT IT. YOU'RE A STUPID BITCH, STOP TALKING. Yeah, so, I wish he'd stop talking forever.
Well, I've got to run. Peace.