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uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. The crap I put up with for my family. Everyone was all like, wow you look so good, and oh your hair looks good like that, and I wanted to punch them all in the face. Then my aunt started to come on to me, and I got scared. If my family moved to the mid-west, they would fit in perfectly. The entire time was spent with me talking to my cousin who is my personality twin. If you talked to us behind a sheet, you would think that we were one person with horrible vocal cords. Then I got a paper plate to put some fremch chinese pumpkin pie stuff thing, whatever it was, n it, and my really shy cousin said "that's bad for the enviroment." I laughed at her and said "We're in LA if you haven't noticed." So my twin cousin and I were playing Flick the Cigarette at the Other Person. My shirt had so many holes in it that I had to take it off so my mom wouldn't yell at me. The undershirt that I had on had many tears in it, and when I went inside for more food, my family was like "Wow, you look like a homeless person." Oh my Jesus. Then I went in the bathroom and flooded my eyes with clear eyes or visine or whatever, and stayed in there for like 5 minutes. I came out pretending that I was crying, and they did the whole aww, poor baby and gosh, are you okay. So I talked in that stuttering, crying type voice and said "You hurt my feelings." My twin cousin knew that I was faking (we are psychic I think) so he was laughing while everyone else was apoligizing. I then said "you losers" and left. That was fun.
Also, on the way there, I was in the kind of traffic that doesn't move. People were getting out of there cars and driving on the grass to get to the off-ramp and being pulled over for driving through the grass to get to the off-ramp and all that good stuff. I was sitting in a hot car for 20 minutes with my mom. I wanted to die. She bitches and moans like no other. Plus, on the way home, I saw a car on the side of the freeway, and the engine was on fire. That was sweet.
Also, on the way there, I was in the kind of traffic that doesn't move. People were getting out of there cars and driving on the grass to get to the off-ramp and being pulled over for driving through the grass to get to the off-ramp and all that good stuff. I was sitting in a hot car for 20 minutes with my mom. I wanted to die. She bitches and moans like no other. Plus, on the way home, I saw a car on the side of the freeway, and the engine was on fire. That was sweet.