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Erm, heyaa, peoples! I haven't written a while, I guess. Erm...On Saturday, Matt and I went to Wal-Mart and found one of those carts from Marsh that have the truck thingie on the front that kids can ride in. I pushed Matt around in it, and we abandoned it in the bra isle. Then we be'ed "sneaky" in the clothes section. It was greeeat :-D. Later, we went to Broadripple and walked around. I made Matt listen to the new Linkin Park CD. RAHAHA, AND HE ENJOYED IT. There was this Wherehouse Music store that was closing, so everything was over 60% off. I got the Darwin's Waiting Room CD for $2.60, the 12 Stones CD for...like...$6, Flight 16 and Exoskeleton 2 (some strange 2-CD mix of foreign techno) both for 25 cents each. :-D Yeah. Then we came home.
Okay, Sunday morning around 5:30am, I woke up, and there's this huge fire like...3 feet away from my face. My stereo speaker had caught on fire because the wire shorted or something. It was really fucking freaky. I ran downstairs all dazed and got a pitcher of water and threw it around my room and kind of missed most of the fire, so I ran out of my room and Greg comes out and is like, "Is there a fire?" I yelled "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK?!" and ran downstairs and got more water. Well, we eventually got it out, and I was freaking out and Turshie kept trying to calm me down, but I was freaking out because I thought mom and dad were gonna think I was burning something and they would eat my soul. They ended up not, because Greg explained to them that it was an electrical fire while Turshie was with me outside trying to calm me down and get me some air. I kept going back into my room to see if my posters were okay...because...I was crazy or something...and it was all smoky in my room and I couldn't breathe any clean air and I got a buncha crap in my lungs. Yeah.
Ehm, so, after that, Easter was pretty okay. I saw Chicago with Matt (who SLEPT THROUGH THE WHOLE ORDEAL) and Turshie after dinner. Then we went to Denny's and got buffalo wings and shaz. It was great.
AND that was all you missed. Nothing great at all, but yeah. I don't even think I wrote the whole story. Oh well, it's not like you read this anyone. I can't organize my thoughts too well right now, I don't know why. My hands are cold.
Okay, Sunday morning around 5:30am, I woke up, and there's this huge fire like...3 feet away from my face. My stereo speaker had caught on fire because the wire shorted or something. It was really fucking freaky. I ran downstairs all dazed and got a pitcher of water and threw it around my room and kind of missed most of the fire, so I ran out of my room and Greg comes out and is like, "Is there a fire?" I yelled "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK?!" and ran downstairs and got more water. Well, we eventually got it out, and I was freaking out and Turshie kept trying to calm me down, but I was freaking out because I thought mom and dad were gonna think I was burning something and they would eat my soul. They ended up not, because Greg explained to them that it was an electrical fire while Turshie was with me outside trying to calm me down and get me some air. I kept going back into my room to see if my posters were okay...because...I was crazy or something...and it was all smoky in my room and I couldn't breathe any clean air and I got a buncha crap in my lungs. Yeah.
Ehm, so, after that, Easter was pretty okay. I saw Chicago with Matt (who SLEPT THROUGH THE WHOLE ORDEAL) and Turshie after dinner. Then we went to Denny's and got buffalo wings and shaz. It was great.
AND that was all you missed. Nothing great at all, but yeah. I don't even think I wrote the whole story. Oh well, it's not like you read this anyone. I can't organize my thoughts too well right now, I don't know why. My hands are cold.