No, I'm Not Grounded.
This weekend was pretty fun. I spent both Friday and Saturday night at Jackie's house, teehee. We watched so many movies! Aladdin, Kill Bill, The Little Mermaid, Everything You Ever Wanted To Know About Sex (But Were Too Afraid To Ask), Hercules, and Animal House. We would've watched Lion King, but we forgot.
We also played some extreme MarioKart, it was suh-weet.
Jackie had to go to church the next morning, so Jenna and I went over to her house and just watched TV for awhile before my mom came and picked me up.
As for today, it's been kind of... nbio9eyg1bnsljd. I don't really know how to describe it. Kind of blurry. The entire time I just wanted to go home and fall in bed, but apparently it wasn't an option. This morning, my mom just so happened to take me to school. I hate riding in cars with her; we always end up fighting about something or other. And, of course, we did. She said that I'm constantly mouthing off, I never obey, etc. The same old shit she always yells at me about. Nothing new.
She said, "You are always so rude to me and your father. You make everyone around you miserable." Then I said as innocently as possible, "I'm not miserable." Then she said, "Well you will be! You're grounded." We arrived in front of the school. I got out my bag and right before I shut the front door, I said, "No, no, I'm not." Then I shut the door and left.
One advantage I have against my mother is the tool of figuring out loopholes in rules and "groundation", if you will. In my mind, being grounded means you just can't hang out with your friends. This means I can still get on the computer, watch TV, talk on the phone, etc, unless she says otherwise. Not to mention she forgets practically everything. She won't even remember.
Ohh I got PAS on March 3rd for skipping Wednesday School. Hey I had a headache that day. So... bleh.
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