Thursday, August 31, 2006

   Ugg... art...
I hate it!! The country fair is coming up soon and I said I'd enter a painting in the art building this year. Big mistake. I should have know that I'd be way too lazy and procrastinaty to finish it!! So now its sitting on the table half finished with only a few hours to go... and if I keep working on it now I know it'll just be half assed because I'm feeling lazy right now... and I'd rather nothing than something crappy. But right now I'm letting the paint dry. It looks cool now but I have a feeling I'll screw it up...I can only hope it comes out okay in the end...

And I don't feel like I've complained enough yet so I'm going to tell you about my crappy day yesterday. I had just finished my supper and was in a pretty good mood when my dad askes me to rake all the moed grass out of the yard and throw it into the woods. I say sure, whats the big deal so I go out side and grab the rake and start moving the grass into piles. I soon get frusterated because the rake is longer than I am tall and hard to control. But I still keep going about a half hour later (I have a big yard) Im almost done raking and I see my dad come to the side of the house with a fishing pole. I'm kinda like WTF? But then again my dad does weird things all the time so whatever soon I hear him cursing up a storm on the other side of the house and I sigh and go over to see whats wrong. Apparently hes trying to get a rope over the top of the house and is trying to use the fishing pole to reel it over. Why did want a rope over the house I still don't know but I was in a strangely helpful mood and offered to help. So I'm at one end guiding the rope and hes at the other end reeling. I'd yell when it got stuck but he kept thinking I was saying it was okay to go and then he'd reel somemore and get it stuck and yell to me it was stuck. This misscomunicatoin went on for a while until the line snapped. He swore somemore and I shruged and went back to the thankless work of moving the grass. I finally finish with the grass and notice my dad has made his way onto the roof, which is strange because he's afraid of heights. He has two buckets of roofing tar(I assume)and to get them down decides to just drop them off the roof. So of corse the black gunk flew everywhere. All over the nicely cut grass clump free yard... great. And then he gets down and relizes that he left his hammer up there ,why he had a hammer, I'm not sure but he had left it on the peak of our steep, steep roof. So he turns to me and says. "Can you get that for me? I don't want to go up there again." I still don't know why I agreed to get it but I did. So here I am up on the hot roof without shoes and covered in sweat for raking the lawn. I slowly make my way to the peak of the roof and grab the hammer but in doing so slip and cut open my hand getting little shingle bits embedded in them.
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