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Earlier, I was sitting in the chair in the living room, and my mom was folding my socks up. And she's like "what does your sock drawer look like?" I'm like "what? it's my drawer, who cares?" so I started getting real pissy, I admit.
So I went upstairs, blaired System of A Down, and wrote poems. I wrote this really good one, but I dunno if I wanna show Mr. Berk, cause he might think I'm like crazy or something. And its so strange, I don't wanna say I'm scared, but I'm like afraid he won't like any other poem, but Perfect.
anywho, I was in the kitchen with my mom, and I was telling her how Harold suggested I sleep over Becky's, and Alex was standing at the doorway, and he must have been shaking his head no or something, because my mom was like "what, she can't go?" and he's like, "well, not if this kid Harold wants her to sleep over." and I'm like "WHAT?! ew, its Harold... I would never think that about him, and he doesn't even like me like that Alex." then he started getting loud. I really don't remember what I was sayin, but all I remember is how I was like "you always interrupt me when I'm talking, and you don't even know the whole thing." now he's like mad at me.
But I asked my mom when he left the room if I was still alowd to go, and she said yeah, so its all good =)
wow - that was alot of writting, but my keyboard is so pwetty. haha. And its like 60+ degrees outside, and its gonna be like 90 tomorrow. eek =X
Later DUDES.