puu.
so i was woken up this afternoon to my mother hustling into my room and opening my windows. if she was opening my windows, then the air conditioner was turned off. i hate heat. i was angry. when i asked why we got to deal with the heat, she told me that, of all things, my father BLEACHED THE BASEMENT FLOOR and it smelled REALLY bad. and she was right; it did smell bad. so bad, in fact, that i started to hack and cough. my dad ended up getting sick. we finally got to the point that we could close the windows again, but i still smell traces of BLEACH. BLEEAGH!
last night was cool. liz and i went to denny's and got coffee, then went to border's and wal-mart. after that, we still didn't want to go home. we drove around for a while, went to a gas station to get...gas, of all things, and then came to my house and watched anchorman. wow, that movie is hilariously stupid.
"I'M RIDING A BIG FURRY TRACTOR!"
last night was cool. liz and i went to denny's and got coffee, then went to border's and wal-mart. after that, we still didn't want to go home. we drove around for a while, went to a gas station to get...gas, of all things, and then came to my house and watched anchorman. wow, that movie is hilariously stupid.
"I'M RIDING A BIG FURRY TRACTOR!"