My Birthday, barf and all.
happy birthday to me. Ready to hear my story? (If not, i suggest you leave now)
Well, Had a sleepover yesterday. My Aunt picks me up half an hour early. Hunh. It was an omen.Got to my Grandma/Aunt's house. Little party. A little less extravigant than usual. Went to the grocery store to buy some stuff, and my mom spazzes over somthing. Got home. Remembered that I had a ton of homework. Oh lovely. So I work for a few hours, and have supper. Hotdogs and hamurgers, barbiqued. Yum! More homework. MORE. FRIGGIN. HOMEWORK. DOES IT EVER STOP!?!?!?!?!????????????????????? it's all accompanied by my diareah. (cant spell... )
Well, let me explain a little tradition. The birthday person gets to sleep in my mom's big queen bed. So yay, that's me! So, my brother wants to sleep in my bed. Sure, go ahead. BIG mistake. about 45 min ago, we hear him call 'mom!' We smell the problem before we see it. He's thrown up. All over my bed. On the blankets. The walls. My Sasuke plushie. There's splatters on my Sessomaru poster. It stinks like a 3-month-old ham sandwitch. or worse. Now, I am sick, i feel like throwing up, the toilet hates me, im booted out of the big bed so mom can 'take care of the baby!' (the 'baby' is 7...). Let's forget the 1. I'm sick too and 2. ITS STILL MY BIRTHDAY!
Well, i'd write more, but I feel like crap, and im going to spray this comp with barf any minuite.
so byee
(sorry about the gross details... i want to look back at this somday and laugh at myself.)