I. Am. Crazy excited! I get to go to Spencer's after school and. . . Play video games. So, uhm yeah. I don't think you guys will understand it, but, I don't get to go to his house often. It's weird, I asked and mom said no. He asked and mom said: I guess so... Which in mom language is a yes. Weird huh? I think she just wants to spend time with dad alone. Y'know? Well... At least until Alisa gets home. Then, Meg and P.J. I totally admit to deciding to do her science fair project for her. Mainly because I could do a fantastic job and make it look legit and yeah. I'm going to photoshop a bee picture and all this great shtuff. Also, I'm working on cutting down my swearing. Of course, automatically when something bad I happens I swear. I have a new phrase: Jesus, Mary and Joseph!!!! Just for when something bad happens or I get surprised and need to y'know say something before I explode from pressure. Like, from the movie Summer School when they're about to take the exam and Chainsaw screams with his arms around his head and says: "Had to. Stress breaker." It was either that or "tension breaker." That's a pretty damn good movie. See? one swear word. In this post so far. My campaign continues! I challenge you all(my dear readers and I don't know how many of you there are but, yeah. Subscribing is fine by the way. Thought you should know) to try to y'know. . . Swear... Less. I don't know how to be incredibly specific without offending someone somewhere. So now you know. :P It's fun actually. Making stuff up to say instead. Three days until I don't send in my story and mail it to New York city. On another had, I am in a fantastic mood! I explained earlier about me going to Spencer's and nothing can shatter this mood. Okay, except for the music that Janea Taylor and her group play in extreme games(It's really called team sports, but, extreme games sounds cooler) which is so repetitive I can't stand it. By repetitive I mean they won't leave the damn cd player alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They're constantly messing with it! I hate it!
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Wow. My little sister P.J. has a higher reading lexile than my little sister Meghann. The big thing with this, is that P.J. is eight. Meghann is ten. Wooooow. Okay the only reason I know this is because on the stupid things we have for advisory with our grades on it, they have our parents' family access logins. And well.... see... I kin'a hacked dad's with that. I copied it down in my phone and have it just about memorized. Alisa knows it too. Oh the joys of being sixteen and erm, yeah. No. I don't even know what I'm talking about. Most people don't. At least, I don't think they do. Maybe they do. Maybe they don't. Who knows? Who cares? *excited bouncing and yelling* School's almost over!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yessss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! See ya!
