The right one's bigger!
so scotty told me that since i'm right-handed that my right boob will be smaller (please hold all small-boob jokes for later). i bet him it wasn't. so i measured from the sternum to my second rib, and then again from sternum to spine, and the right was bigger both times. let me tell you it's hard to measure yourself, well, at least for girls. by the way, i don't know if sternum's actually the right word. i'm referring to the vertical bone of your chest right between your boobs, or pecs, if you're a boy (or man-boobs for alex laska). but i guess it makes sense that the right would be bigger cause you'd build up more muscle underneath the boob, making it bigger. maybe i just measured wrong, but i don't think so. i wasn't gonna have gram help me though. to helene-> "still don't know if it's worth it or not." ah well, i'm just happy to be right. mmmmm winning.
nhs inductions were alright. clint showed up so no speech for me. i need to get my stuff out of dad's. chess has completely demolished my room. i told her she could move in as long as she moved my stuff neatly and in an organized fashion. and she also had to clean her old room. i didn't want my stuff moved in to a trash heap. yeah, she just DUMPED my stuff in the computer room in piles and big garbage bags. bags that had papers, shoes, clothes, and other random stuff in them. does that sound organized to you? i was not happy. and then grandma was saying how i can't be mad at her cause she needs that room and the project and it's my responsibility to organize my stuff, but she wouldn't let me stay at dad's over the weekend to clean, and chess promised that she would do it neatly! plus, when i moved into the computer room the closet was filled to the top with old toys and clothes, and the whole room needed scrubbed down, but i did it all before i moved my stuff in. same with chessie's room, but this time with tammy's help and tammy's stuff. i mean, if i can do it, why can't she? ah well, she's dumb a whole bunch and really annoying. cause she can't act adult to save her life. she's already painting the room before she took out the carpet, so the smell of the room is in the paint now. they left my room open so the cats peed there. i certaintly tried to keep it anti-smelling. i guess that's stuff i'm not supposed to worry about, but she's just so incredibly incapable of surviving in the real world and it makes me so angry that everyone lets her just flit about. i never got to do that! i had to raise some kids. i didn't get to screw around. i left, so it's her job to run things, but she's not. dad's not. pat's not. whatever. people need to grow up methinks. at least by the time they're 20!
but hey, that's fine. gonna go organize my stuff and move it over to grandma's and chess can ruin her life by never getting a job or going to college. have fun with that. me, i'm gonna just be the coolest kid ever in my family and not be a psychotic retard. the end. sorry this is so mood-swingy
nhs inductions were alright. clint showed up so no speech for me. i need to get my stuff out of dad's. chess has completely demolished my room. i told her she could move in as long as she moved my stuff neatly and in an organized fashion. and she also had to clean her old room. i didn't want my stuff moved in to a trash heap. yeah, she just DUMPED my stuff in the computer room in piles and big garbage bags. bags that had papers, shoes, clothes, and other random stuff in them. does that sound organized to you? i was not happy. and then grandma was saying how i can't be mad at her cause she needs that room and the project and it's my responsibility to organize my stuff, but she wouldn't let me stay at dad's over the weekend to clean, and chess promised that she would do it neatly! plus, when i moved into the computer room the closet was filled to the top with old toys and clothes, and the whole room needed scrubbed down, but i did it all before i moved my stuff in. same with chessie's room, but this time with tammy's help and tammy's stuff. i mean, if i can do it, why can't she? ah well, she's dumb a whole bunch and really annoying. cause she can't act adult to save her life. she's already painting the room before she took out the carpet, so the smell of the room is in the paint now. they left my room open so the cats peed there. i certaintly tried to keep it anti-smelling. i guess that's stuff i'm not supposed to worry about, but she's just so incredibly incapable of surviving in the real world and it makes me so angry that everyone lets her just flit about. i never got to do that! i had to raise some kids. i didn't get to screw around. i left, so it's her job to run things, but she's not. dad's not. pat's not. whatever. people need to grow up methinks. at least by the time they're 20!
but hey, that's fine. gonna go organize my stuff and move it over to grandma's and chess can ruin her life by never getting a job or going to college. have fun with that. me, i'm gonna just be the coolest kid ever in my family and not be a psychotic retard. the end. sorry this is so mood-swingy