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Don't try to call me this weekend.
I'm turning off my cell phone.
I'll only answer the home phone 1/100 times it rings. at most.
I'm only getting online to talk to Adam and Brendon if he's on.
I won't respond to your texts.
I probably won't respond to your IMs if you do happen to catch me online.
I'm only leaving my house to go to three possible places.
I'm not telling you where those places are.
The only way to get ahold of me would be to come to my house and find me.
I'm leaving a note on the doors that say to keep them locked at all times.
I can turn my music up loud enough to not hear the doorbell.
I don't have a home phone in my room.
My cell phone will be off.
Moral of the Story?
If you really need to see me, you'll know how to find me.
I don't think anyone's needs will be that desperate, however.
Well.
I did have my cell phone off...a lot of the time.
I didn't answer the home phone at all.
I really did only get online to talk to those two...
I responded to none of the 3 texts I got.
I did respond to 3/4 of the IMs I got =/
I went to only 3 places, though not the same 3 I was talking about.
Still no one but myself knows what places I was talking about.
Not true. I felt bad not answering my cell, so I called everyone back hours later.
Even to this point, there are no notes.
And the rest are just facts.
Friday- Molly called and I didn't answer. I did, however, check her voicemail, and she said she was coming over.
A little before an hour later, Em called. I knew they were in my driveway because I saw Mo's car fly down our driveway. I still didn't answer.
Eventually I dragged myself from my pouting spot and opened the door.
They pranced about my house, playing with Raurie and sitting on my bed while I took a shower and got ready. I also helped replenish Molly's supplies by burning her CD's.
Then we went to KY, made fun of people, went to IHOP, made fun of people, and then I came home.
Saturday- I got the most phone calls this day and had to clear my recent phone history. As I previously stated, I felt bad, so a few hours after the 'rush' I called everyone back. The plan was movies. I didn't want to go. But when I found out what movie (and read what it was about) I wanted to go. It was a good movie.
I tried turning off my phone most of the day, but the parentals kept turning it back on because family was using it as a lifeline of sorts.
Further proof that said family ruins everything.
Today (technically..yesterday) I was still sick and in pain. So I whined. 24 hours of whining gets me everywhere. I sat in the recliner for 6 straight hours drinking water (which I kept having my mom refill), flipping from station to station as a new movie started (they only last a couple hours you know..), and holding the heat pad on my knee (again..Mom warmed it continually). The highlight of my day was when Raurie got scared by Tucker and rolled into the chest in the great room.
I would repeat this day in a heartbeat.
I really don't feel like doing anything tomorrow, but I'm going to have to continue to move stuff out of my room.
the end ass holes.
I'm turning off my cell phone.
I'll only answer the home phone 1/100 times it rings. at most.
I'm only getting online to talk to Adam and Brendon if he's on.
I won't respond to your texts.
I probably won't respond to your IMs if you do happen to catch me online.
I'm only leaving my house to go to three possible places.
I'm not telling you where those places are.
The only way to get ahold of me would be to come to my house and find me.
I'm leaving a note on the doors that say to keep them locked at all times.
I can turn my music up loud enough to not hear the doorbell.
I don't have a home phone in my room.
My cell phone will be off.
Moral of the Story?
If you really need to see me, you'll know how to find me.
I don't think anyone's needs will be that desperate, however.
Well.
I did have my cell phone off...a lot of the time.
I didn't answer the home phone at all.
I really did only get online to talk to those two...
I responded to none of the 3 texts I got.
I did respond to 3/4 of the IMs I got =/
I went to only 3 places, though not the same 3 I was talking about.
Still no one but myself knows what places I was talking about.
Not true. I felt bad not answering my cell, so I called everyone back hours later.
Even to this point, there are no notes.
And the rest are just facts.
Friday- Molly called and I didn't answer. I did, however, check her voicemail, and she said she was coming over.
A little before an hour later, Em called. I knew they were in my driveway because I saw Mo's car fly down our driveway. I still didn't answer.
Eventually I dragged myself from my pouting spot and opened the door.
They pranced about my house, playing with Raurie and sitting on my bed while I took a shower and got ready. I also helped replenish Molly's supplies by burning her CD's.
Then we went to KY, made fun of people, went to IHOP, made fun of people, and then I came home.
Saturday- I got the most phone calls this day and had to clear my recent phone history. As I previously stated, I felt bad, so a few hours after the 'rush' I called everyone back. The plan was movies. I didn't want to go. But when I found out what movie (and read what it was about) I wanted to go. It was a good movie.
I tried turning off my phone most of the day, but the parentals kept turning it back on because family was using it as a lifeline of sorts.
Further proof that said family ruins everything.
Today (technically..yesterday) I was still sick and in pain. So I whined. 24 hours of whining gets me everywhere. I sat in the recliner for 6 straight hours drinking water (which I kept having my mom refill), flipping from station to station as a new movie started (they only last a couple hours you know..), and holding the heat pad on my knee (again..Mom warmed it continually). The highlight of my day was when Raurie got scared by Tucker and rolled into the chest in the great room.
I would repeat this day in a heartbeat.
I really don't feel like doing anything tomorrow, but I'm going to have to continue to move stuff out of my room.
the end ass holes.