Sunday, November 18, 2007

   sstrht
English post. Blah.

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH, I LOVE this song!!!!! Van Halen's Runnin' With The Devil. Awesome to drive to. Love speeding. Van Halen rocks!

Sorry, it came on just as I started setting this up. It's still playing so I'm slightly distracted. I know what my next song on here will be. Okay, it's done. So, I had to go to the mall with my mom, sister, and her friend. I get sick when I go out with my sister. Like, I get migrains. I think it's because she's really annoying. It's really really bad when it's her, my cousin, my aunt, and my grandmother. I'm like dead then. But, yeah, the whole ride down we had to listen to her "buzz ballets" CD. I, obviously, like rock so I think she was trying to be helpful there. That could've been a lot worse and I didn't feel like someone smashed a bat into my skull yet, so it was okay. That was the most I've talked to her in a year and the most I've ever spoken to her friend. I made sure to say I wanted to go to Philly for Thanksgiving a few times so she can tell it to my aunt and grandmother when they flip out. I do want to go to Philly, I just don't want to fly and I wouldn't mind not being around the family. Bitter, bitter, bitter. Christmas is going to be...you know. Such a disfunctional family all together, and only miles away from the other half of the same side. Divorce, it's not pretty. Ooh, and guess who gets to make everything all better?

Okay, this is going to get nasty if I keep going that way. Back to the mall. So, the ride down wasn't completely horrible. The mall itself wasn't so bad for the first hour, but then it was. Being dragged around by my sister to all the rich stores that smell bad. We can't afford the rich stores. I don't know why she thinks we can. Well, they can't afford the rich stores. For some strange reason I'm always completely loaded with cash. My parents actually owe me a hundred dollars. So does some guy in New York. He lost a bet. With my tax it's probably about five hundred now. Yeah, I'll tax you. You can't just borrow money from me and expect it to be easy. If it's paid back in the same month then there's nothing extra. It's just a way to make sure it comes back.

Right, so, the mall started getting bad after about an hour. I don't like slow people. Same with driving. Yeah, I saw one thing I liked but we didn't buy it. My sister ran off to another one of her rich stores. She left the mall with a bunch of clothes and perfume. I got nothing. That's actually very typical. I haven't gotten anything since I was thirteen, this is inclueding Christmas and my birthday. I get a check and a card, that's it. I went to the mall to buy jeans. They don't have jeans. They got fake stuff. I want real denim so I don't rip it. I'm sort of hard like that. I've got one pair that has a small groove in it. It's not a hole, but it would've been in a fake pair. Yeah, I got that from a saw blade. Life's crazy.

So, coming back was when I got the massive headache. I heard a Bon Jovi song but that was the only good thing. Headlights, my sister's horrible music blasting because she's deaf in that way. I told her my brain cells must be dying, since she was asking me how to get brain cells multiplying and what kills them earlier. She got all mad and said I couldn't ever go to a concert. That's not true, I just can't go to any bad concerts. And she's saying stuff, calling me the 'b' word, and somehow we got on scared. I said she was afraid of everything, which is very true, and she got mad. Called me the 'b' word a few more times. I swear it's a pet name now. But, then I won because I reminded hr about the time she heard her own voice on the answering machine and thought it was a ghost. Shouldn't be killing those brain cells with bad music.

SGAH
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