Monday, April 16, 2007

Fafanoose.

SO! On Saturday, my dad, my sister and I all went over to my dad's friend's house. (He's got a crush on her. SO CUTE! ^_^ Lucky for him, I like her, lol!) We were helping her organize and clean out her garage. Voice: And what a mess it was. Looked like Max's room. Me: My room isn't THAT bad. ><; So, you know what time he got us home? Midnight. And I take FOREVER to fall asleep, no matter how tired I am. Voice: What an insomniac. honestly.... Me: Oh, knock it off! Go to Bermuda or something. Next morning, I have to get out of bed at nine. That may not seem too bad, but don't forget the time the sun rises. One of my windows faces north-east, so when the sun rises, the light ends up at my feet. (Ergo why I always have a blanket on, no matter what the temperature.) Then, I go to church at 10. After we got out of church, the sun was out. (Can you hear the word doom resounding?) My hair was in braids (I looked like Leetha with glasses!) and I had no hood on my coat. The SECOND I walk out of the shadow, BOOM! My neck is burning like crazy. I half ran to the car (I can't actually run because of my throat), and my neck was still smarting for a good ten minutes. T_T My mum thinks I'm being dramatic. Uh, HELLO??!?!?! I'm AFRAID of the dark! Voice: HAHA! Me: Shuddup. I mean, WHY would I want to avoid light if I'm afraid of the dark, unless something about the light was bothering me, hmmmmm???!!? But no. It's useless to tell her anything hurts, because she says it's your imagination. Trust me. I've ruled that one out MANY times. She just doesn't want to believe anything's wrong because she can't afford paying hospital bills. I'm not asking for that, I'm just asking her to LISTEN to me, and stop writing me off like that when I tell her I think something's wrong. Voice: 5% of people who develop that light allergy XP get it after the age of fourteen. Me: THANK YOU, I don't need you to remind me or scare me...Besides, I doubt that's it. Voice: You never know... Me:....I doubt that's it. HIGHLY doubt. My sister, who is always hyped up on caffeine, (BAD GIRL!) keeps bothering me and trying to get me to watch a movie with her. Uh, HELLO?!?!? I'm tired, and cranky, and I don't like watching movies as much as you do, you PIRATE WANNA-BE WENCH!!!!!!! (I said something similar to this, but the insult was different. That's what I WANTED to say.) I'm still tired......Gah. What an annoying manipulative person....Oh, and tomorrow, I have to get up at 4:30 to go to school. (Don't ask.) So far, I've had two dreams where I was Spider-Man. Not Spider-GIRL, I was Peter Parker himself. I must say, climbing on walls and ceilings is pretty fun. Y'all should try it sometime. :P Ah, and my mum bought me the Spider-Girl comics, 1-4. I CAN'T WAIT FOR THEM TO COME!!!!!!!!! Oh, Lindsey? When you finish the chapter of your manga you're working on, well, I've got anothr likkle fan treat for ya. (And you might get your fanart soon!! LET'S HEAR IT FOR YUKI WHO'S GONNA TRY AND SCAN IT!!! HUZZAH!!!!!) :) Aw, crap. I just bled all over myself. ><; Thank God it got on my pants (which are black) instead of my shirt (which is white). Voice: Another Bella Swan moment. How many have you had today? Four? Me:........five. :'( Voice: Ahhh, clumsy, clumsy Maxie.... Me: SHUDDUP! T_T Voice: ::Chuckles.:: XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO Kaolla-Max

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