Tell Me, Did You Fall For A Shooting Star, One Without A Permanent Scar
I must say I've been privy to a good dose of elementary school logic these past couple of weeks. For instance, my brother used to reguluarly inform me that he had five girlfriends. He's seven. When I got home he began telling me, "Well, now only four because Lexi's not my girlfriend anymore because she thinks I eat my boogers, and I don't, so she's not my girlfriend." My brother is quite a character, to say the least. He truly lives up to the whole dumb blond stereotype. He would make the perfect blond-haired blue-eyed dumb jock, too. Only my brother will go around looking for a toy for hours on end to realize he has had it in his hand the whole time. Only my brother would go up to his baseball coach and tell him that his sister thinks he is hot stuff. Only my brother would go up to this probably thirty year old Italian lady and say, "How YOU doin!" (Joey style, and yes, I taught him that.) And apparently the newest thing in school is to laugh when everyone says "cool" or "jerk." Obviously they now mean something different. According to my sister, "cool" now means Constipated Overrated Out-of-style Loser, and jerk means Junior Educated Rich Kid. Makes you wonder what they're teaching these kids in school lately, right?
My parents just returned from their three day long church camping trip. They left me with the kids. That was fun. Only not. I worked most of the time while the kids were at a babysitter, so it wasn't so bad. But still, not my idea of a good time. Some plans I had were called of because of lack of time, but I will probably end up doing it sometime this weekend anyway. Maybe I'll post pics of it up here, if my mom doesn't kill me first after she finds out what I did.
So I haven't heard from like anyone. I think someone needs to come visit me. Or write letters. Or send CD's. Something. I drank my first SoBe yesterday. I am a major fan of those, I've decided. I had a good laugh when I read the inside of the bottlecap. It said, "That's hot!" Couldn't have put it better myself.
My parents just returned from their three day long church camping trip. They left me with the kids. That was fun. Only not. I worked most of the time while the kids were at a babysitter, so it wasn't so bad. But still, not my idea of a good time. Some plans I had were called of because of lack of time, but I will probably end up doing it sometime this weekend anyway. Maybe I'll post pics of it up here, if my mom doesn't kill me first after she finds out what I did.
So I haven't heard from like anyone. I think someone needs to come visit me. Or write letters. Or send CD's. Something. I drank my first SoBe yesterday. I am a major fan of those, I've decided. I had a good laugh when I read the inside of the bottlecap. It said, "That's hot!" Couldn't have put it better myself.
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I can't send you anything without an address! Lol
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