Why. Why? WHY? How come this happens EVERY WEEKEND? How come I ALWAYS wind up with nothing but homework and youth group to look forward to (ix-nay on the omework-hay, actually. I don't enjoy it, but I still have to do it. Agatha Christie should've killed herself when she got the chance, but she decided to write boring books for "my" pleasure instead. Kill. Me. Now.). But nooooo. I've been banned from youth group this week. Actually, just for tonight. My mom has this weird rule that if you skip school/church/something important, you can't go anywhere else. Which is unfair cuz she totally breaks this rule by making me go to piano, even if I have a fever of 102.
Note: Okay, people reading this blog, I'm sure you're tired of me complaining all the time, and I'm sorry (kind of), but seriously. I refuse to keep a diary (oh my gosh, that term drives me crazy), I have notebooks spilling out of my closet, and no people that want to hear me complain, so sorry, but you'll have to bear with me. I'll just scream and let out all my anger and frustration so while I'll feel relieved, you'll feel annoyed and your ears will be ringing.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Actually, that didn't make me feel much better.
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screaming on the computer just isn't enough. i should know :P
what is?
umm, i haven't quite figured that out yet.
shooting stuff
with paintball guns! wait, actually , i never do that. but it sounds fun.
or airsoft guns
those hurt.
yeah we would know...
yeah really. did you get hit with those too?
i got hit like five times.
yeah stupid jordan. :P i got hit like three times.
no it actually was my brother.
he had one too. WHOA WHAT A CONCEPT. :O
well he broke the one that didn't hurt, so he used the other one.
geeee thanks jason.
yeah really.
poke him.
gladly.
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