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Mom ate some of my fruit snacks. So now, she owes me a new box of them. =/
Clearly, I'm at a lack for anything to say. I came home yesterday around 6, because Brian stuffed me in the car and made me come home. We were outside trimming bushes (turns out, I'm amazing at it, haha) and I guess the heat just got to me. After a few hours, and five hundred bushies later, I just kinda sat down and felt like hell. I waited til Brian swept up all the clippings mess I had made, and we went inside to watch tv. I ended up curling up in a ball, and falling asleep, because I felt so awful. I was nauseous and really shakey. It was so weird. So, after sleeping for I guess 20 minutes, Brian woke me up and said he was taking me home. I slept last night, from the time I got home (around six-ish) until about 10 this morning. I'm just now feeling almost completely better.
And, just when I start to get over my writer's block (just a little), my dad has to whine about how he wants the phone. He's sitting on his ass, like he's been since he got home (around 3) and watching tv. NO, you don't need the phone. Just because my mother started her new job today does not mean he has to start acting like a prick again.
I guess I'll go clean more of my room. =/
Clearly, I'm at a lack for anything to say. I came home yesterday around 6, because Brian stuffed me in the car and made me come home. We were outside trimming bushes (turns out, I'm amazing at it, haha) and I guess the heat just got to me. After a few hours, and five hundred bushies later, I just kinda sat down and felt like hell. I waited til Brian swept up all the clippings mess I had made, and we went inside to watch tv. I ended up curling up in a ball, and falling asleep, because I felt so awful. I was nauseous and really shakey. It was so weird. So, after sleeping for I guess 20 minutes, Brian woke me up and said he was taking me home. I slept last night, from the time I got home (around six-ish) until about 10 this morning. I'm just now feeling almost completely better.
And, just when I start to get over my writer's block (just a little), my dad has to whine about how he wants the phone. He's sitting on his ass, like he's been since he got home (around 3) and watching tv. NO, you don't need the phone. Just because my mother started her new job today does not mean he has to start acting like a prick again.
I guess I'll go clean more of my room. =/