"Come on Bring it.
Oh I'm ready for it.
Come on Bring it!
Oh so Kiss me goodbye...
I don't think I'm going to make it out alive
So kiss me goodbye
I can see the venom in their eyes"
((From Snakes on a Plane's soundtrack))
If you haven't seen Snakes on a Plane yet. Go see it. NOW! Skip school and go. Not like you do anything useful there. Well you might, however the majority don't. And you should be happy that you can make use out of your (Nearly) 5 hours stuck in the same building.
Enough of that. We had the block party on Saturday. Oh yea 3 hours of sitting around while the dads drink beers and discuss backyards,sports and whatever else. The moms talk about their kids and compare them to one another.
Example-
"Megan is going to a performing arts school this year"
"Jessica is going to Penn State this year"
"Megan's going to be going to a school in Florida once she graduates"
Megan thinks "when can I leave, where the hell did Lauren go? She left me here, Bitch....oh there she is...with a pepsi and an iced tea....I love her sometimes"
Meanwhile all of the good kids are playing volleyball or football or whatever. Lauren and I were not one of those kids. We wouldn't even touch any of the food that wasn't from a bag. That mainly only left the tosistos. She and I left 30 minutes in the party as soon as we left a raindrop. It only drizzled but it was a good excuse as any we could have wanted. We watched The Girl Next Door and Say Anything.
Then on Sunday, I got off my artsy fartsy ass and we went to the Allentown Art Muesem (I bet I spelled that wrong...oh well you'll figure it out) and viewed a bunch of Andy Warhol prints. They were really nifty and I got this Andy Warhol Marilyn Monroe print purse. Then yesterday when Lauren and I were at Hot Topic, we saw similar bags there cheaper. It made me want to try and return it and save myself 15 bucks. ugh.
yeah but that's all we did yesterday...shop...again. I'm not complaining. I could live in a mall just shopping forever.
School starts next week. I hadn't even realised that until Dad brought it up. Wow. I have so many things I have yet to do.
Riley is being a little divo. He keeps insisting that I wake up each time he has to go to the basement to use the litterbox and I must carry him. I wake up every 2 hours throughout the night to make sure I haven't rolled on him and killed him. Stupid cat. He brings out the maternalness in me.
Too bad I don't care for Samantha like I do Riley. She's become so annoying and really a mean kid. I tried to talk to her last night and the whole time I got this:
"I really wish you would leave, you're really stupid and I don't like to talk to you. You're mean to me and I hate you. I know maybe my wish box will make you leave *goes and gets that stupid wishbox off the window sill*"
I eventually left but I doubt it helped that as I left I took the box and threw it at the wall so that it broke.
I reccomend you lean forward and grab onto your ankles
and Kiss your ass goodbye
