Thursday, November 11, 2004

I'm my own personal freeloader.

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Shin- Nice pun, Shin. *high five*

Godel- If I had my way, I would get National PB&J Day off.

Karmi- Well, to be my best, best friend ever, you have to do a little maintenance. :P

Mal- Yay for bastardization of franchises.

Mimmi- That's mean. >:|

Solo- Mimmi hit the proverbial nail on the head.

Karmi- Hazing = No thank you. I don't see the point of being in a fraternity, anyway.

But not all of them are bad. These two graduates (They both got 3.7 GPAs in their senior year) came to our door today with some sort of magazine subscription deal. If they sell enough, they get a two-week tour of Europe. They were really nice guys, so my mom ordered two years of EGM. o_O

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My brother had one of his friends over last night. Generally, when my brother has a friend over it's a lot more of a hassle for my parents (compared to when I have friends over). With them, they demand the inflatable mattress, pull out a thousand blankets, and sit it in the middle of the living room, making walking around difficult for everybody. Then they want to watch movies and play a thousand board games.

I just sit there with my friend and play games, falling asleep blanketless on the couch.

After watching Family Guy I went to bed, and I was kept awake for two hours thanks to their incredibly loud Tekken playing. I awoke to the sound of Melee's Yoshi's Island Level's music playing, accompanied by Falco's irritating grunt noises.

I had promised my dad that I would assist him in setting up this tool shed they bought the other day. I didn't really do much until the actual putting together of things began.. Before that I was trying to shut my brother and his friend up as they built a bigass fort out of the cardboard box that the shed came in.

I spent about five hours outside putting the thing together.. For a long time there it reminded me of the plastic ruins of some long-lost Dwarven mine.

It is now official, the formal name of the tool shed is "The Ruins of Tohlshed, realm of Plastor the Sturdy."

:)

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My mom decided to have my brother's teacher to our house tonight for his IGP (I forget what it stands for, but you basically sit around and talk about the kid's strengths and weaknesses). Thus, my mom has been cleaning like a madwoman all day, and she's stressing out about what she should make about dinner. Or if he's even expecting any food.

I, personally, don't care if the house is clean or if we feed him. The only thing I'm worried about is the awkwardness of having my former teacher in my house.

The going-ons of tomorrow: Mini-party at a friend's house (translation: Sitting around eating pizza and listening to Aquabats and Ozma) and beginning my book report. Hopefully.
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