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Sunday, February 5, 2006


I'm baaaack...
The internet is working today! YAY! Of course, it's still broken. Just not constantly... Anyway, last night my sister and my dad were suppossed to go to a father-daughter dance at my school, but my dad really didn't want to go and told my sister that everyone would do something else instead. I thought that meant going to a movie or out to eat or something, but my dad picked the most bizarre thing ever: a rodeo. Yes, you heard me, a rodeo of all things. So we got to the place, and it stunk really bad. When the show finally started, it was a little weird, but at least I had gotten used to the smell (kinda). We stayed until the part where the guys try and jump off of their horse and wrestle the bull to the ground, but my sister thought it hurt the bull and she started crying so we left (and she said she wanted to go with me and my dad to a bullfight when we went to Mexico...). I liked the part with the horses that bucked and threw the guys off. So after we got out of the main arena the show was almost over, and there were a ton of people getting souveniers and stuff. They also had a bunch of soldiers there telling people about the army and stuff. Me and my dad walked over there, and one of the soldiers saw my FMA t-shirt and starte talking to me about the series and the games. We talked for about 5 minutes, then my dad said we had to go. But the soldier guy (don't know his name) gave me a free t-shirt! Yay! So, the rodeo wasn't as bad as I thought it was gonna be.
This morning after church, we had to go to my grandma's house for a while. She's moving to a house closer to my aunt and my school soon, and she asked us to come over today to get anything of her's that we wanted that she didn't want. I was just loiking around, and I saw a closet that I had never noticed before. I went in, and there were a few guns, of all things, in it. I though it was odd that a 4' 10" 74 year old lady would have a closet full of guns, so I asked her why they were there and she said that they all belonged to my grandpa, except for the BB gun. It belonged to my dad. And guess what? My dad decided to take it, so now I finally have a BB gun! Of course, my mom's not happy about it, but... anyway, I hope no one died listening to my rambling. If you did, I'll pay for the funeral.

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