Why do I bother?
Today was quite eventful...
They were boring events, but eventful nonetheless. I woke up later than anticipated. I cleaned the bathroom upstairs...cleaned it really good, but was pissed that my mother didn't have better cleanser for the shower. I worry that I am turning into an adult...worrying about the type of cleanser I use...haha. I changed the sheets on my bed and my brothers bed. He was ragging on me about something and I was like "Hey loser, keep your mouth shut, because today I did your laundry, folded it, put it away, changed your sheets, made your bed and cleaned our bathroom (which needed it, cause I slacked off, mostly because I knew we didn't have good cleanser) he shut up then. My room still isn't clean, but that will get done. I don't really care.
Pete came over and ate dinner with us. He had to get his tire fixed and then asked if I wanted to go to West Branch to get a video game for his sister. He wanted me to drive his van, cause he was on medication, cause he broke his foot, when some guy stepped on it and socked him in the face. I laughed at him. Anyway, we went there and I got some coffee at the coffee shop. I expressed my displeasure at the sign out front...instead of espresso, it said expresso. That is like having a sign for a restaurant and making it say "hamburger and frys". I am not anal about a lot of things, but I am about coffee...which is really stupid, but really, I take advantage of my knowledge, because it is one of the few things that I know about that others don't, so I feel special in a twisted, anal way.
Pete let me rip the new David Bowie cd and one by New Order. David Bowie is the poo. He asked me if I wanted to go over there and hang out with him and Mark and Karen, which I wouldn't have minded. I always used to go over there, even if I didn't feel like it...I would still go. It would have been fun tonight, with Mark and Karen and the Simpsons video game that Pete bought, but I didn't feel like driving up there and the Real World is on and I missed it last week because I was there and my room needs to get finished and my daddy is leaving for Arizona for a week tomorrow...and it would have been late again and I need to get more sleep.
So for the rest of the week, just puttering about the house, cleaning for my mother or whatever, until Friday night, when I work at 5:30 until goodness-knows-when...then Monica wants me to go out with her and her AuGres friends. She is trying to set me up with her friend Jay...I am pretty neutral about that whole thing. Pete told me that Ron and Dorte got a lot of cleaning done after I left on saturday. I am gonna call Dorte and see if she still wants me to come in on Friday and if she doesn't, I want to go down to that show in Saginaw with Nick. Anyway, then on Saturday, I'll have to work 9-8. UGH. That is gonna suck, cause I'll be cleaning AND we'll be open. I am just guessing that I am gonna work Saturday and not Sunday. Sunday will probably be a regular Sunday when we all loaf about the house after church. I was gonna say that we would do something as a family, but since my dad won't be home, we won't...cause we just wouldn't go out without him...that is weird. It used to always just be mom, Derek and me...but now...we would never do that. How odd... it's kinda like, you can only hang out with certain friends if other friends are there to mediate. Like, I am friends with Alecia, but would never hang out just me and her...only if Sarah or BethAnne were there...
I like this blog a whole lot better now, using it as a real journal and really putting what I am thinking into it. I mean, it looks like I have no life, because I write so much, but I would write all of this into a paper journal...except that I wouldn't feel like writing it all...so it rocks that I can type it.
I have a blister on my foot from my sandals...that sucks.
They were boring events, but eventful nonetheless. I woke up later than anticipated. I cleaned the bathroom upstairs...cleaned it really good, but was pissed that my mother didn't have better cleanser for the shower. I worry that I am turning into an adult...worrying about the type of cleanser I use...haha. I changed the sheets on my bed and my brothers bed. He was ragging on me about something and I was like "Hey loser, keep your mouth shut, because today I did your laundry, folded it, put it away, changed your sheets, made your bed and cleaned our bathroom (which needed it, cause I slacked off, mostly because I knew we didn't have good cleanser) he shut up then. My room still isn't clean, but that will get done. I don't really care.
Pete came over and ate dinner with us. He had to get his tire fixed and then asked if I wanted to go to West Branch to get a video game for his sister. He wanted me to drive his van, cause he was on medication, cause he broke his foot, when some guy stepped on it and socked him in the face. I laughed at him. Anyway, we went there and I got some coffee at the coffee shop. I expressed my displeasure at the sign out front...instead of espresso, it said expresso. That is like having a sign for a restaurant and making it say "hamburger and frys". I am not anal about a lot of things, but I am about coffee...which is really stupid, but really, I take advantage of my knowledge, because it is one of the few things that I know about that others don't, so I feel special in a twisted, anal way.
Pete let me rip the new David Bowie cd and one by New Order. David Bowie is the poo. He asked me if I wanted to go over there and hang out with him and Mark and Karen, which I wouldn't have minded. I always used to go over there, even if I didn't feel like it...I would still go. It would have been fun tonight, with Mark and Karen and the Simpsons video game that Pete bought, but I didn't feel like driving up there and the Real World is on and I missed it last week because I was there and my room needs to get finished and my daddy is leaving for Arizona for a week tomorrow...and it would have been late again and I need to get more sleep.
So for the rest of the week, just puttering about the house, cleaning for my mother or whatever, until Friday night, when I work at 5:30 until goodness-knows-when...then Monica wants me to go out with her and her AuGres friends. She is trying to set me up with her friend Jay...I am pretty neutral about that whole thing. Pete told me that Ron and Dorte got a lot of cleaning done after I left on saturday. I am gonna call Dorte and see if she still wants me to come in on Friday and if she doesn't, I want to go down to that show in Saginaw with Nick. Anyway, then on Saturday, I'll have to work 9-8. UGH. That is gonna suck, cause I'll be cleaning AND we'll be open. I am just guessing that I am gonna work Saturday and not Sunday. Sunday will probably be a regular Sunday when we all loaf about the house after church. I was gonna say that we would do something as a family, but since my dad won't be home, we won't...cause we just wouldn't go out without him...that is weird. It used to always just be mom, Derek and me...but now...we would never do that. How odd... it's kinda like, you can only hang out with certain friends if other friends are there to mediate. Like, I am friends with Alecia, but would never hang out just me and her...only if Sarah or BethAnne were there...
I like this blog a whole lot better now, using it as a real journal and really putting what I am thinking into it. I mean, it looks like I have no life, because I write so much, but I would write all of this into a paper journal...except that I wouldn't feel like writing it all...so it rocks that I can type it.
I have a blister on my foot from my sandals...that sucks.