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my parents flipped the f*** out on me last night, it was nuts. They said I don't respect their stuff, like my mom's van, and, uhh, i stay out too late. They yelled at me for like almost an hour but thats all I remember, I wasnt really paying too much attention. me' n' becca chilled last night and she spilled everything imaginable on me, and poked my ears with small sticks. GOSH. She's probably gonna throw food on my tux at prom. I got absolutely roasted by the hot midday sun because I was out mowin with no shirt on, so my back kills. Heheheh actually my parents will feel bad for yelling at me when they come home, and will be really nice to me and take back all the mean things they said. How confusing. I need a job, but i am kinda stuck for now because my mom was like "YOU MAY NOT USE MY VAN EVER AGAIN!! NOW GO FIND A JOB!!" she said i have to ride my bike to go get a job. I just kind of laughed at her, thus increasing her senseless rage. Becca met my mom last night, but my mom was being ridiculous so I was kind of embarrased. We went all over last night. I almost cried when we say her car in the junkyard. It was like a cemetary, you cant help but wonder who was in those cars when they crashed, or if they made it out alive or not. I cringe to think of how many of those steel boxes became someone's ticket to the next life. Pretty scary. Life is fragile. Well ladies and gentleman, I am gonna try to fix my go-cart for my little brother. Peace out.