what are you doing?
Haha whaa.
My dad just called to tell me that he just got off the phone with Michael Tait. I mean, once at a yard sale my mom picked up some DC Talk VHS tapes and CDs because they were with some Audio Adrenaline CDs, so I've never been a huge fan of DC Talk or anything just because I've never listened to them. But their Jesus Freaks books and martyr/prisoner support really meant something to me. Plus, I guess it's cool that my dad actually got to talk to him about music and stuff.
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At my grandparents' house last night...
Mama, Louis, Gary, Grammy, Grampa, and I played Liverpool Rum for.ev.er. and it was hilarious. Afterwards, Gary, Louis, and I played Uno until 3:00AM. I cannot remember the last time I laughed so hard. I had hiccups and a completely tear-streaked face the entire time. Ahh I need more card games at Grammy's.
O yea, Liverpool Rum got pretty messy. I told Grammy that I was going to beat her up. And there was plenty of well-intentioned hate flying around during Uno too. Yesss.
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My parents are gone. Louis and I could do something like watch a movie and laugh and be idiots, but I know that the minute I stand up from this chair he will sit down for 20 more hours of freakin' Counterstrike. Haha. It's kind of a running joke, but it's also kind of not funny anymore since he's been spending like 8-12 hours each day playing the game and it's even getting to the point that he either FORGETS to eat or just doesn't feel like peeling himself from the screen and then it's midnight and all he's eaten all day is a Poptart. Actually, I wish *I* had such a lack of appetite, but he need to eeeeaat and not sit here like I am right now. I mean seriously, he used to go on about me when I'd spend a couple of hours at a time at the computer but TEN HOURS WTF? Annnnnd whatdyaknow he just pointed out that it is 9:00 and he therefore wants to PLAY FREAKIN' COUNTERSTRIKE. I swear he never even changes out of his pajamas. Last time we were supposed to watch a movie together after the rents went to bed (Airplane) he ended up at the computer because he literally couldn't stop himself (addiction I swear!). Blahblahblah I'll stop now. I'm just annoyed and worried about him at the same time. Eat man, geez.
Hah...and I thought *I* was being a bum.
Okay fine I am.
My dad just called to tell me that he just got off the phone with Michael Tait. I mean, once at a yard sale my mom picked up some DC Talk VHS tapes and CDs because they were with some Audio Adrenaline CDs, so I've never been a huge fan of DC Talk or anything just because I've never listened to them. But their Jesus Freaks books and martyr/prisoner support really meant something to me. Plus, I guess it's cool that my dad actually got to talk to him about music and stuff.
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At my grandparents' house last night...
Mama, Louis, Gary, Grammy, Grampa, and I played Liverpool Rum for.ev.er. and it was hilarious. Afterwards, Gary, Louis, and I played Uno until 3:00AM. I cannot remember the last time I laughed so hard. I had hiccups and a completely tear-streaked face the entire time. Ahh I need more card games at Grammy's.
O yea, Liverpool Rum got pretty messy. I told Grammy that I was going to beat her up. And there was plenty of well-intentioned hate flying around during Uno too. Yesss.
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My parents are gone. Louis and I could do something like watch a movie and laugh and be idiots, but I know that the minute I stand up from this chair he will sit down for 20 more hours of freakin' Counterstrike. Haha. It's kind of a running joke, but it's also kind of not funny anymore since he's been spending like 8-12 hours each day playing the game and it's even getting to the point that he either FORGETS to eat or just doesn't feel like peeling himself from the screen and then it's midnight and all he's eaten all day is a Poptart. Actually, I wish *I* had such a lack of appetite, but he need to eeeeaat and not sit here like I am right now. I mean seriously, he used to go on about me when I'd spend a couple of hours at a time at the computer but TEN HOURS WTF? Annnnnd whatdyaknow he just pointed out that it is 9:00 and he therefore wants to PLAY FREAKIN' COUNTERSTRIKE. I swear he never even changes out of his pajamas. Last time we were supposed to watch a movie together after the rents went to bed (Airplane) he ended up at the computer because he literally couldn't stop himself (addiction I swear!). Blahblahblah I'll stop now. I'm just annoyed and worried about him at the same time. Eat man, geez.
Hah...and I thought *I* was being a bum.
Okay fine I am.