*yawn*
my g-ma's poopin' like a crazy and we're freaking out that she's going to get dehydrated and pass out (it happens ocasionally, and it's real dangerous for her) so like, my mom might take her to the hospitol but for now we're like forcing her to drink a zillion bottles of gatorade and such.
i know you were wondering.
so my day...
half day. un eventful. shoes isn't single. he's with some stupid amanda girl. and give stupid andrea rides home. i bet he's stupid.
went to kholes. tryed on some really neato stuff. mom wouldnt get the shorts i really wanted. ther were kinda pricey. i think she did'nt because they were boys shorts. maybe not. anyway. i got a cd. and mascara. there's nothing that can describe the feeling i get when i buy new make up. it's like nirvana + bliss. or something.
uhhm. went to guard. blah. i practiced on my ankel. against my mother, stepdad and jodi's advice. swelled up huge and hurts like a bitch. i'd never admitt it though. at least not to them. i honestly did'nt think it hurt as much as it did. i HATE being injured. i really do. and being wrong. if i had just sat today out im sure i would have been fine on sat. but no. it hurts like woah and i's real swollen again. and i have prac. sat. and im sure it's going to hurt again. *making a mad farting like noise*
Tibbs and i are going to coffee affair tmr. for open mic night. not because the boy is going to be there or anything. it will be cool to spend some time with her. she really rocks. we "found" each other my freshman year at band camp. heh. and it turns out, in a parellel universe, we're switched. like here, i'm me, and she's her. but in the other univers, she's me, and i'm her. so we think a lot alike. we are a lot alike in general. it's cool. so yeah, we've both been buisy with dealing with this whole life thing and havn't had too much time together. so i'm psyched.
and my eye lids are burning. and i'm sleepy. and i dont have school tmr.
and matt called while i was at target. so i called and left a message for him when i got home. and he called me back while i was at guard. so i returned his call and ended up waking him up (at 8:45! when he doesnt have school tmr!! dork). so he went back to bed and is calling me when he get's up. which will no doubt be the ass crack of dawn and it will wake me up and i'll tell him i'll call him after i have had enough sleep. and when i do, i bet he wont be home.
i have gas. and and my farts smell funny. like, some kind of food that my g ma makes, but i can't put my finger on it. my dad and his friend mike shoomer used to light their farts on fire. i can see them doing that together. i think that's worse than analizing the smell of it, but what do i know. *pause* that's what i thought.
mercy buckets for your time.
i know you were wondering.
so my day...
half day. un eventful. shoes isn't single. he's with some stupid amanda girl. and give stupid andrea rides home. i bet he's stupid.
went to kholes. tryed on some really neato stuff. mom wouldnt get the shorts i really wanted. ther were kinda pricey. i think she did'nt because they were boys shorts. maybe not. anyway. i got a cd. and mascara. there's nothing that can describe the feeling i get when i buy new make up. it's like nirvana + bliss. or something.
uhhm. went to guard. blah. i practiced on my ankel. against my mother, stepdad and jodi's advice. swelled up huge and hurts like a bitch. i'd never admitt it though. at least not to them. i honestly did'nt think it hurt as much as it did. i HATE being injured. i really do. and being wrong. if i had just sat today out im sure i would have been fine on sat. but no. it hurts like woah and i's real swollen again. and i have prac. sat. and im sure it's going to hurt again. *making a mad farting like noise*
Tibbs and i are going to coffee affair tmr. for open mic night. not because the boy is going to be there or anything. it will be cool to spend some time with her. she really rocks. we "found" each other my freshman year at band camp. heh. and it turns out, in a parellel universe, we're switched. like here, i'm me, and she's her. but in the other univers, she's me, and i'm her. so we think a lot alike. we are a lot alike in general. it's cool. so yeah, we've both been buisy with dealing with this whole life thing and havn't had too much time together. so i'm psyched.
and my eye lids are burning. and i'm sleepy. and i dont have school tmr.
and matt called while i was at target. so i called and left a message for him when i got home. and he called me back while i was at guard. so i returned his call and ended up waking him up (at 8:45! when he doesnt have school tmr!! dork). so he went back to bed and is calling me when he get's up. which will no doubt be the ass crack of dawn and it will wake me up and i'll tell him i'll call him after i have had enough sleep. and when i do, i bet he wont be home.
i have gas. and and my farts smell funny. like, some kind of food that my g ma makes, but i can't put my finger on it. my dad and his friend mike shoomer used to light their farts on fire. i can see them doing that together. i think that's worse than analizing the smell of it, but what do i know. *pause* that's what i thought.
mercy buckets for your time.