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This post contains several things: Katrina's Hatred Of Being Woken up, Katrina's loathing of her Mother's Lists, Katrina's Christmas List, and Katrina's Random List Of Things She Should Be Doing But Isn't.
Let us begin at the end, simply for variety.
Katrina's Random List Of Things She Should Be Doing But Isn't
1) Wrapping Christmas Presents-My mom has this thing about "presentation. As far as she's concerned, I am an unholy heathen who can't wrap presents worth a damn. She's right, and I'm proud of it.
2) Playing With My Little Bro-He hasn't been played with all day, and I want to teach him chess, but my head does not need chessmen thrown at it.
3)Doing My Xmas Break Homework-*winces* All because that stupid Hockley thought my Rome notes weren't organized enough.They didn't need to be. AND my evil, stupid, stupid, stupid CAPP TEACHER! SHe thinks I'm not being a team player Damn right I'm not being a team player, nor am I going to do the bloody Goal Setting assignment. That course is a waste of valuable time and paper.
4)Brushing my hair- I haven't done so in two days. And it is going to hurt. And the brush is MIA.
Katrina's Christmas List(follow the links to happiness!)
1.http://www.angelfire.com/tv2/seaQuestDSV2032/Spike.html
2.http://www.saidwhat.co.uk/quotes.php?type=2&name=johnny%20depp
http://www.starpulse.com/Actors/Depp,_Johnny/index.html
3.http://www.starpulse.com/Actors/Mortensen,_Viggo/
That is all I want- very simple, very easy. And an entire bathtub full of melted dark chocolate.
Katrina's Hatred Of Being Woken Up and Katrina's Loathing of Her Mother's Lists
This morning. I get woken up by the Ramble On being played full blast downstairs. It is ten thirty. I am tired. AT eleven, my mother drags me out of bed, yells at me for staying in bed so long, gives me a to-do list and makes me get up. Did I gorget to mention that my friend Hailey was there? And that we'd been up 'til three?
I get downstairs. She hands me a list. I get out of doing the list, go out for the day.
This is not normally so.Meet Mr. Yesterday's List- I save them. I did all of this, and more.
-wipe your windowsill
-pick up bits off floor
-take wax of jeans
-wash all dark clothes off floor
-clear kitchen counters
-please be on task, I want to come home to these things being done, not having to ground you or yell or feel dissapointed because they're not done
-also empty dishwasher and set table. WIPE TABLE FIRST PLEASE.
I hate this place.
Let us begin at the end, simply for variety.
Katrina's Random List Of Things She Should Be Doing But Isn't
1) Wrapping Christmas Presents-My mom has this thing about "presentation. As far as she's concerned, I am an unholy heathen who can't wrap presents worth a damn. She's right, and I'm proud of it.
2) Playing With My Little Bro-He hasn't been played with all day, and I want to teach him chess, but my head does not need chessmen thrown at it.
3)Doing My Xmas Break Homework-*winces* All because that stupid Hockley thought my Rome notes weren't organized enough.They didn't need to be. AND my evil, stupid, stupid, stupid CAPP TEACHER! SHe thinks I'm not being a team player Damn right I'm not being a team player, nor am I going to do the bloody Goal Setting assignment. That course is a waste of valuable time and paper.
4)Brushing my hair- I haven't done so in two days. And it is going to hurt. And the brush is MIA.
Katrina's Christmas List(follow the links to happiness!)
1.http://www.angelfire.com/tv2/seaQuestDSV2032/Spike.html
2.http://www.saidwhat.co.uk/quotes.php?type=2&name=johnny%20depp
http://www.starpulse.com/Actors/Depp,_Johnny/index.html
3.http://www.starpulse.com/Actors/Mortensen,_Viggo/
That is all I want- very simple, very easy. And an entire bathtub full of melted dark chocolate.
Katrina's Hatred Of Being Woken Up and Katrina's Loathing of Her Mother's Lists
This morning. I get woken up by the Ramble On being played full blast downstairs. It is ten thirty. I am tired. AT eleven, my mother drags me out of bed, yells at me for staying in bed so long, gives me a to-do list and makes me get up. Did I gorget to mention that my friend Hailey was there? And that we'd been up 'til three?
I get downstairs. She hands me a list. I get out of doing the list, go out for the day.
This is not normally so.Meet Mr. Yesterday's List- I save them. I did all of this, and more.
-wipe your windowsill
-pick up bits off floor
-take wax of jeans
-wash all dark clothes off floor
-clear kitchen counters
-please be on task, I want to come home to these things being done, not having to ground you or yell or feel dissapointed because they're not done
-also empty dishwasher and set table. WIPE TABLE FIRST PLEASE.
I hate this place.