yah... wutever
so my day started off interestingly enough.... i went to bed last night at about 12 cuz strangly... i was actually tired when i came home from the play.
so then this morning i woke up at 4:30.... so i lay there trying desperately to go back to sleep but when it got to be seven and i still wasnt tired i got up.... went on the computer... bien sur nobody was on... so then i went and fed the dog and let him out and stuff and was shopping online when my mother got up at about 8... now she automatically assumed that i had been up all night because the last time she saw me up that early i had been. but no ... last night i had actually went to bed. so ne who she got all worried and she thinks there is something bothering me... and seriously there isnt... atleast nothing that would cause me to lose sleep. so yah... i went in the other room to watch old cartoons, which i love to do, honestly they are much funnier now that im older. and my mother comes in and goes 'zoe, are you doing drugs?' so i started to laugh because ummm NO! and why is it that just because my sleeping pattern is messed up im automatically emotionally troubled and on drugs?
and yet when they found out today that i still drink after they've gone to bed... both of them just laughed....
technically they accused me of stealing rum, which im not, im a vodka person, so my mother was like 'dont think we dont know what you do after we go to bed' so i was like 'i dont drink RUM' and my moms like then wut do you drink?vodka? i was like ummm yes? so yah the end... they know still. and they dont care? thats really strange to me... it troubles them that im in a weird sleeping pattern but not that im becomming a borderline alcoholic?
so then at about 10 i was getting tired and my dad would be getting up soon so i went to my room and managed to go back to sleep, BUT not before i made sure i was able to sneak out of the house by disabling kinda the alarm on my window... its kinda complicated basically i just made it so it wont go off when i open it....
so im sleeping and then my phone rings... and the number look formiliar... but ya... so i answer and its my stage manager asking if im on my way.. so im like 'uhh should i be?' hes like yah sunday shows start at 3.... and its 2:30... so i like jump out of bed put on a shirt and run out the door...... and todays show was basically the worst so far.... people kept messing lines up.
so then i come home and yah fun fun... my dad takes my car to go the grocery store and notices that there are two of like the smallest dents in the world!!! so he comes in the house yelling at me... and surprisingly i didnt lie to him (which didnt work out in my favor) i told him the truth that i had climbed on my roof because i felt like it... which made him very angry... and he disappeared to go tell my mother. so then both of them come out and yell at me.... so i run away to my room because they are making me very angry..... my mother managed to use the word ass in reference to me like the most ive ever heard anyone use it. so ya.... im like kinda grounded cuz of that? they consider it damage... i dont cuz... DENTS COME OUT! i tried to explain that... but they dont listen to me as usual.
so yah then we set off fireworks because my dad isnt gona be here tomarrow..... ug im so ready for this whole fourth of july thing to be over... btw i cant believe we call it that... we should all be calling it INDEPENDENCE DAY... cuz every country has a fourth of july... ne who thats it
BYE KIDS!
so then this morning i woke up at 4:30.... so i lay there trying desperately to go back to sleep but when it got to be seven and i still wasnt tired i got up.... went on the computer... bien sur nobody was on... so then i went and fed the dog and let him out and stuff and was shopping online when my mother got up at about 8... now she automatically assumed that i had been up all night because the last time she saw me up that early i had been. but no ... last night i had actually went to bed. so ne who she got all worried and she thinks there is something bothering me... and seriously there isnt... atleast nothing that would cause me to lose sleep. so yah... i went in the other room to watch old cartoons, which i love to do, honestly they are much funnier now that im older. and my mother comes in and goes 'zoe, are you doing drugs?' so i started to laugh because ummm NO! and why is it that just because my sleeping pattern is messed up im automatically emotionally troubled and on drugs?
and yet when they found out today that i still drink after they've gone to bed... both of them just laughed....
technically they accused me of stealing rum, which im not, im a vodka person, so my mother was like 'dont think we dont know what you do after we go to bed' so i was like 'i dont drink RUM' and my moms like then wut do you drink?vodka? i was like ummm yes? so yah the end... they know still. and they dont care? thats really strange to me... it troubles them that im in a weird sleeping pattern but not that im becomming a borderline alcoholic?
so then at about 10 i was getting tired and my dad would be getting up soon so i went to my room and managed to go back to sleep, BUT not before i made sure i was able to sneak out of the house by disabling kinda the alarm on my window... its kinda complicated basically i just made it so it wont go off when i open it....
so im sleeping and then my phone rings... and the number look formiliar... but ya... so i answer and its my stage manager asking if im on my way.. so im like 'uhh should i be?' hes like yah sunday shows start at 3.... and its 2:30... so i like jump out of bed put on a shirt and run out the door...... and todays show was basically the worst so far.... people kept messing lines up.
so then i come home and yah fun fun... my dad takes my car to go the grocery store and notices that there are two of like the smallest dents in the world!!! so he comes in the house yelling at me... and surprisingly i didnt lie to him (which didnt work out in my favor) i told him the truth that i had climbed on my roof because i felt like it... which made him very angry... and he disappeared to go tell my mother. so then both of them come out and yell at me.... so i run away to my room because they are making me very angry..... my mother managed to use the word ass in reference to me like the most ive ever heard anyone use it. so ya.... im like kinda grounded cuz of that? they consider it damage... i dont cuz... DENTS COME OUT! i tried to explain that... but they dont listen to me as usual.
so yah then we set off fireworks because my dad isnt gona be here tomarrow..... ug im so ready for this whole fourth of july thing to be over... btw i cant believe we call it that... we should all be calling it INDEPENDENCE DAY... cuz every country has a fourth of july... ne who thats it
BYE KIDS!