Let's talk about responsibilities.
Last Saturday was the deathday party for dad and Hansel's birthday. I invited everyone over to play paintball and sing karioke. Sam started a bonfire. Matt and I filled up our tanks and bought 2,000 balls. Sounds like a blast, right?
Selia, Morgan, Mandy, Justin, Sam, Matt, Jeremiah, and I were all by the bonfire. Jeremiah apparently was in a pissy mood because Sam had gotten the fire going without his help, which for the record, he sucks at starting fires. He ran off inside.
We all (except Sam) went to give a tour to the newcomers, and following that went up to Grandma's house to show off the haunted-ness. We saw Jeremiah leave, and Lyndsey and Ryan pull up. We all shuffled out to greet them, only to find them all standing around Matt's car. Jeremiah had backed into it, and told Sam to tell Matt he's sorry, and left.
What the fuck??? This is the asshole who has been giving me shit for the past two weeks about hitting Justin's car, but at least I had the balls and sense to go back inside and tell him. On top of that, Jeremiah saw Matt pull in behind his truck, so why did he have to storm off in a huff, thus hurting Matt's car?
In short, the boy is going to kicked out as soon as he pays for the damages. If he decides not to pay them, I'm going to turn him into the police for driving without registration and insurance, and recommend that they have him drug tested.
And Justin's moving in. *hamster dance*
I did have a blast paintballing (even though we only played three games and I was only in one of them. shortage of masks and guns followed by three people running out of CO2) and singing. I made blueberry waffles the next morning, and skipped off to work, where James's short stint of being a decent person wore off.
Today, Sam and I are going to look at front doors, since I want no possible way for Jeremiah to get back in once I throw him out. Hopefully I can get one pretty cheap.
Until we get him out, we're cleaning out the room across from us for Justin to sleep in. We figure that we can get it cleaned out and ready for its occupant by this weekend.
This weekend: Schwag!!!
Selia, Morgan, Mandy, Justin, Sam, Matt, Jeremiah, and I were all by the bonfire. Jeremiah apparently was in a pissy mood because Sam had gotten the fire going without his help, which for the record, he sucks at starting fires. He ran off inside.
We all (except Sam) went to give a tour to the newcomers, and following that went up to Grandma's house to show off the haunted-ness. We saw Jeremiah leave, and Lyndsey and Ryan pull up. We all shuffled out to greet them, only to find them all standing around Matt's car. Jeremiah had backed into it, and told Sam to tell Matt he's sorry, and left.
What the fuck??? This is the asshole who has been giving me shit for the past two weeks about hitting Justin's car, but at least I had the balls and sense to go back inside and tell him. On top of that, Jeremiah saw Matt pull in behind his truck, so why did he have to storm off in a huff, thus hurting Matt's car?
In short, the boy is going to kicked out as soon as he pays for the damages. If he decides not to pay them, I'm going to turn him into the police for driving without registration and insurance, and recommend that they have him drug tested.
And Justin's moving in. *hamster dance*
I did have a blast paintballing (even though we only played three games and I was only in one of them. shortage of masks and guns followed by three people running out of CO2) and singing. I made blueberry waffles the next morning, and skipped off to work, where James's short stint of being a decent person wore off.
Today, Sam and I are going to look at front doors, since I want no possible way for Jeremiah to get back in once I throw him out. Hopefully I can get one pretty cheap.
Until we get him out, we're cleaning out the room across from us for Justin to sleep in. We figure that we can get it cleaned out and ready for its occupant by this weekend.
This weekend: Schwag!!!