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hearteststillAlright..it's xmas eve...most people are probably last minute shopping, staying at home having fun with their families (yeah...right) and here I am bored out of my mind and a little pissed off...
..First, was this morning...I woke up watched some tv, and had some cereal...as i was quietly eating, my dad decides to try and wake me up/make me mad by tickling me/messing with me...i spill some cereal and et angry...during his whole cheering up mode, I yell Stop couple hundered times...does he stop? of course not...i finally had to use some force and push him back to the wall a bit...then he stopped and yelled at me saying he should take back some stuff he got me...oh well...
...Then, I come down after showing my brother around town so he can do some last minute shopping, and having a shower...I'm very comfortable in a nice warm tshirt and my fav. pants when my mother says i have to go and put on a polo shirt because 'we are having company'....my thoughts on this is...I'm in my own house, no one is going to see me even when you have company because i will be in the computer room the entire time and you are making me put on a fucking polo shirt that I don't even like even though it's black and isn't all THAT bad...i have the damn polo shirt on now because i had to put it on...
And now my oh so lovely brother wants me to burn him 20 cds...the same 20 that i just got from the store for my personal cd making needs...and i don't even like half the stuff he wants me to get off napster...it's reggae...i don't like reggae...I don't know anyone that likes reggae...but i say fuck it all...i'm my families slave for the weekend/half of week i guess...no better way to put it...i had to babysit because my nextdoor neighbors wouldn't go to their outing if i didn't, and because it's money damnit...and now i have to wear a fucking poloshirt and look semi preppy but stuff in my lovely fav. pants even if theyre from abercrombie and f(uck)itch...i still like them...so there.
..First, was this morning...I woke up watched some tv, and had some cereal...as i was quietly eating, my dad decides to try and wake me up/make me mad by tickling me/messing with me...i spill some cereal and et angry...during his whole cheering up mode, I yell Stop couple hundered times...does he stop? of course not...i finally had to use some force and push him back to the wall a bit...then he stopped and yelled at me saying he should take back some stuff he got me...oh well...
...Then, I come down after showing my brother around town so he can do some last minute shopping, and having a shower...I'm very comfortable in a nice warm tshirt and my fav. pants when my mother says i have to go and put on a polo shirt because 'we are having company'....my thoughts on this is...I'm in my own house, no one is going to see me even when you have company because i will be in the computer room the entire time and you are making me put on a fucking polo shirt that I don't even like even though it's black and isn't all THAT bad...i have the damn polo shirt on now because i had to put it on...
And now my oh so lovely brother wants me to burn him 20 cds...the same 20 that i just got from the store for my personal cd making needs...and i don't even like half the stuff he wants me to get off napster...it's reggae...i don't like reggae...I don't know anyone that likes reggae...but i say fuck it all...i'm my families slave for the weekend/half of week i guess...no better way to put it...i had to babysit because my nextdoor neighbors wouldn't go to their outing if i didn't, and because it's money damnit...and now i have to wear a fucking poloshirt and look semi preppy but stuff in my lovely fav. pants even if theyre from abercrombie and f(uck)itch...i still like them...so there.
