this morning, i am going to post what happened yesterday. then tonight, i am going to post for today. all clear? good.
so i didn't drag myself out of bed until like noon. lame, i know. so, because i was lounging around in bed all morning, i had a headache all day. ugh.
basically i just read my book all day. even lame-er, i know. but hey, i have no life, what can i say?
my mother, my little sister, and my exchange student went shopping at the mall. melody, the little sister, was carrying a bag with clothes in it. some of them being the new pajamas my mum bought me. anyway, she decided to go ahead and leave the bag in the chocolate shop at the mall. great, huh? so they get home, and she has to call the chocolate shop to see if they have the bag. apparently, they don't. so my mom calls again, just to make sure, and lets slip to the girl at the store know that we don't live downtown in the process of divulging our phone number. so the girl, being smarter than my little sister, decides to call the chocolate shop in the mall that she thinks we probably went to. the one where we live. yes, my little sister looked in the phone book and called the wrong mall. so the salesgirl figures this out, calls the right mall, finds out they have our bag, calls us back, and lets us know where our bag is. pretty amazing. most people would not even look around their own store for it, much less get their detective on for us. so my mom is going to call her manager and rave about how great she is.
at around five thirty, we went over to a family friend's house for dinner and s'mores. her daughter ashley and i were talking to her son matthew, and we were like, "yeah, jill is actually eating dog right now." so matt asked us what we were talking about, and we told him that ground beef came from dogs. kind of ridiculous. even more ridiculous is that he believed us. when we started laughing for no apparent reason, he demanded that we explain ourselves, so we told him that beef is not, in fact, from dogs. it is from pigs. "that's why it's called hamburger. ham is from pigs." he was like "i thought beef came from cows. hm. guess not." then cindy, his mom, took pity on him and told him that beef did come from cows. ashley and i were laughing too hard to talk. it was hilarious at the time, okay? i guess you had to be there, it sounds sort of stupid when i write it...
so i didn't drag myself out of bed until like noon. lame, i know. so, because i was lounging around in bed all morning, i had a headache all day. ugh.
basically i just read my book all day. even lame-er, i know. but hey, i have no life, what can i say?
my mother, my little sister, and my exchange student went shopping at the mall. melody, the little sister, was carrying a bag with clothes in it. some of them being the new pajamas my mum bought me. anyway, she decided to go ahead and leave the bag in the chocolate shop at the mall. great, huh? so they get home, and she has to call the chocolate shop to see if they have the bag. apparently, they don't. so my mom calls again, just to make sure, and lets slip to the girl at the store know that we don't live downtown in the process of divulging our phone number. so the girl, being smarter than my little sister, decides to call the chocolate shop in the mall that she thinks we probably went to. the one where we live. yes, my little sister looked in the phone book and called the wrong mall. so the salesgirl figures this out, calls the right mall, finds out they have our bag, calls us back, and lets us know where our bag is. pretty amazing. most people would not even look around their own store for it, much less get their detective on for us. so my mom is going to call her manager and rave about how great she is.
at around five thirty, we went over to a family friend's house for dinner and s'mores. her daughter ashley and i were talking to her son matthew, and we were like, "yeah, jill is actually eating dog right now." so matt asked us what we were talking about, and we told him that ground beef came from dogs. kind of ridiculous. even more ridiculous is that he believed us. when we started laughing for no apparent reason, he demanded that we explain ourselves, so we told him that beef is not, in fact, from dogs. it is from pigs. "that's why it's called hamburger. ham is from pigs." he was like "i thought beef came from cows. hm. guess not." then cindy, his mom, took pity on him and told him that beef did come from cows. ashley and i were laughing too hard to talk. it was hilarious at the time, okay? i guess you had to be there, it sounds sort of stupid when i write it...
my dad and i played a game of 2 on 2 basketball against matthew and melody. we lost, but that's only because i was playing. i did better than i thought i would though, but i still ended up sucking wet dog foot. maybe my basketball shoes helped. converse, basically the original basketball shoe?
so we made s'mores, and i had three, then we came home at around nine thirty and i went straight to bed. but i couldn't sleep, i was up until three in the morning thinking. so i have a seventy-page story that i've been writing for a while, and i have decided to completely rewrite the whole thing. so i was kinda thinking that out, and i finally went to sleep when i forced myself to put my pencil down and sleep. i woke up at five anyway, so sleeping was kinda pointless. hm.
anyway, that's all i have to say.
so we made s'mores, and i had three, then we came home at around nine thirty and i went straight to bed. but i couldn't sleep, i was up until three in the morning thinking. so i have a seventy-page story that i've been writing for a while, and i have decided to completely rewrite the whole thing. so i was kinda thinking that out, and i finally went to sleep when i forced myself to put my pencil down and sleep. i woke up at five anyway, so sleeping was kinda pointless. hm.
anyway, that's all i have to say.
"you know they're all the same. you know you're doing better on your own so don't buy in. live right now just be yourself it doesn't matter if that's good enough for someone else."
-jimmy eat world, the middle
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