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So I went home to Gillete this last weekend. Its not really my home because I've never really lived there but its where my parents and sister and dog are so yeah home, anyway. It turned out to be really cool because my parents weren't there so i spent the whole time hanging out with my sister. She's pretty cool AND I don't have to hear her bitch and complain like i would if I have to hang out with my mom. Oh yeah and i got a couple of second hand t-shirts which are always the best because they're already broken in and comfy. I also got this big brown treanch coat. The sleeves are a little short and its 100% wool, which I don't really know if its bad that its made of that but whatever. My parents came home on saterday night and told us about all the fun they'd had at where ever they were and then my dad made these pheasant strip things that were about the worst thing i've ever tried to eat. They were salty and greasy and just not good. The funny thing is that i felt kind of bad for my dad because he looked like he was having so much fun making them and you could tell that he really really thought they were going to turn out to be delicious but they didn't. Anyway I was trying to be nice and not hurt his feelings so I ate as much as i could without puking all over the damn table and then asked if i could take some of the leftovers home with me. The leftovers have since been thrown away, I just took them so that my mom and sister wouldn't have to choke any more of them down. so yeah that was my weekend how was yours?