It's looking like a long afternoon of nintendo.
That is, if dad can make up his mind about wanting to go to the dump or not. He said he's waiting for the neighbore to come home to ask a question about his truck or something. He put a lil too much sterring fluid in it and is afraid it's going to blow something or an other.
I couldn't sleep last night, so I did all the laundry, even laundry that wasn't mine, and put them away. I also cleaned out the hamper and organized the books and moved the videos so that they can be seen because I got a new tv and I know how to hook up the VCR with it. I put Leah's art stuff in a different box because the other one fell apart when I picked it up. I still have to paint the ceiling and if Leah ever gets that paint, I will paint the room as well. Well, she's going to think about it. She did tell me that she wants the room to look better than it does for her guest. Because we all know that my friends don't care.
Speaking of which, I've always thought it to be funny when family guests come to the house. Everyone running around like deer in hunting season. Quiet and still at first. Minding their own business. Going on with life. Then the gunshot is fired and they go off running. I always ask my sister, "Why do you clean the house when people come over?" She says, "Well, I don't want them to think we live in a dirty house." I thought that was an interesting thing to say. As soon as she stopped vacuuming I said, "Well, if they don't like the environment of which you live. Then they don't like you. Therefore, they are not your real friends. Real friends wouldn't care because they know for a fact that every now and then, or up until they have guests, their house is jus as messy as ours and wouldn't think twice about casting you out because of it." I love it when I say stuff like that jus to get, "Well, your friends are weird and mine are cool." I knew exactly what that ment. Jus cause my friends are "gothic" that means they are not "normal" and therefore are "weird". And her friends are "preppy" that means they are "normal" and therefore are "perfect". Everything is how you view them in your mind. That's why I find that in a group there is no "Normal" and "Perfect" jus does not exsist. Because everyone cannot agree on one thing without some kind of persuation from someone else. The American Dream is a Myth by the book. If you are exactly where you want to be, than you are part of the few whom have actually reached it. Congratulations.
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YAY! MY MOMMY IS HOME FOR THE DAY! She jus got her level four and the Doc said she could come home for the night. I had this whole house clean in about 30mins. Why? Because Shawna wasn't here and Dad told me to. It supprised mom though. Not the fact that the house was clean, but by the fact that it was I who has cleaned and polished it. When I was done, I played some games with my niece. First it was pick up sticks. Then, we played a new form of janga that I've never heard of before. But it was a lot of fun. After she lost, we played some game she made up with the blocks. I don't know what she's calling it, but I'm calling it Architect. Okay, the Architect goes first, whatever it is he or she builds, you ,the workers, have to build it the same way. You keep going until someone gives up. No body really loses... None really win. It's the perfect game for her royal snottiness.
Anyway, I'm running out of things to say. When something interesting happens. You'll hear it from me first.