Knock Knock?
I don't really have a lot to say except that I love wireless internet. Mum's at work, Dad's... God only knows and I'm sitting here on our dusty porch writing an LJ entry because I can't get into the house and I really need to pee. Of all days to not have my key on me... I rock.
Actually, I did today. In my ECON tut you see... right before I over confidently got my question wrong and then proceeded to sulk in the corner and not answer anymore questions (You know it's true, you've all seen me do it).
Blah blah blah I'm just gonna keep talking until someone comes home with a keeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey.
Seriously, this is the first time both my parents have been out of the house since... well... since Dad worked in town (we're talking the '90s here). And since we've been getting the house painted and there's scaffolding everywhere they didn't leave any of the third-floor windows open (Don't need a key for a ladder, hell you don't need a ladder to get onto our roof I didn't say that). Bastards.
Crap, now the college kids are out and roaming the streets. They can see me sitting here all uncomfortable and pee-needing. They're laughing at me! I can hear them(in my minds)! Maybe now's a good time to sit on the soggy dog-poo ridden back lawn. At least I'll be in the sun.
On closer inspection: not so sunny. Though perhaps even more shitty than I originally thought.
Ooooh! Outrage of the day: the code-cracker in today's Dominion Post was the same as yesterday's. Cheap-skates!
SCORE! Mum got my text. She has finished work and is on her way. Even if that means she'll be another 20 minutes. My neighbour's looking at me funny... Lil' bro's usually the one to be in this situation. But then, a window's usually open...
There's a gumboot sitting on the porch beside me. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Damn trellis fence. If only the world couldn't see those lil' squares of me.
My neighbour just flushed their 'loo. I hears it.
I have an idea.
(If you don't hear from me again he probably knows a fair bit of martial arts and has stuffed me in a car boot or something)
Edit: Mum and Dad got home at the same time right about when I was heading up the stairs to the gate. Go figure.
Actually, I did today. In my ECON tut you see... right before I over confidently got my question wrong and then proceeded to sulk in the corner and not answer anymore questions (You know it's true, you've all seen me do it).
Blah blah blah I'm just gonna keep talking until someone comes home with a keeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey.
Seriously, this is the first time both my parents have been out of the house since... well... since Dad worked in town (we're talking the '90s here). And since we've been getting the house painted and there's scaffolding everywhere they didn't leave any of the third-floor windows open (Don't need a key for a ladder, hell you don't need a ladder to get onto our roof I didn't say that). Bastards.
Crap, now the college kids are out and roaming the streets. They can see me sitting here all uncomfortable and pee-needing. They're laughing at me! I can hear them(in my minds)! Maybe now's a good time to sit on the soggy dog-poo ridden back lawn. At least I'll be in the sun.
On closer inspection: not so sunny. Though perhaps even more shitty than I originally thought.
Ooooh! Outrage of the day: the code-cracker in today's Dominion Post was the same as yesterday's. Cheap-skates!
SCORE! Mum got my text. She has finished work and is on her way. Even if that means she'll be another 20 minutes. My neighbour's looking at me funny... Lil' bro's usually the one to be in this situation. But then, a window's usually open...
There's a gumboot sitting on the porch beside me. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Damn trellis fence. If only the world couldn't see those lil' squares of me.
My neighbour just flushed their 'loo. I hears it.
I have an idea.
(If you don't hear from me again he probably knows a fair bit of martial arts and has stuffed me in a car boot or something)
Edit: Mum and Dad got home at the same time right about when I was heading up the stairs to the gate. Go figure.