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[03 Feb 2004|08:05pm] |
I'm going to walk you through my exhilarating day because I know you are dying to hear whats going on in my life.
My sister's alarm clock woke me up at around quarter after five this morning. And then I fell back asleep. When my alarm went off at 5:30, my sister realized that I was going to take a shower, so she jumped in there before I could. I layed in bed for an entire half friggin hour until she got out. While I was lying there, I noitced my throat was hurting very bad. I took a quick shower, got out and got dressed. I complained to my mother about my sore throat. She told me I had to go to school. Which wasn't a bad thing because if I stayed home then I couldn't go out after school, and I had plans to go to the mall with Chelsea and Katy. So I walked to my bus stop at about 6:30 and then said to myself, "I'm not going to make it through the day." So I went back home and told my mom that I have to stay home. I went back upstairs to sleep. Before I fell asleep, I heard my sister come back home. I had seconds thought of staying home because I wouldn't be aloud out after school. Then, I went back downstairs and asked my mom to write me a note, excusing me from speaking in class. However, she then said to me that I am sick, and I must stay home. Stimulating. So I went to my room, called Chelsea's cell and told her that I am staying home today, and went back to sleep. I slept for an thrilling eight hours. Then I ate oatmeal. But no, this wasn't your ordinary mush. This was brown sugar oatmeal, and instead of using water to make it, I used cream. It was so heavenly scrumptious that i decided to make myself a second bowl. Can you believe it? I didn't stop at one bowl of oatmeal. I ate two! This was simply to overwhelming, so I went back to bed for another hour. Then I played video games. Super Smash Bros. Melee to be exact. I am the greatest at this game. If you think you can beat me, just stop thinking about it, because then I will have to wreak havoc on you're sorry n00b ass. Then you will cry because all of your friends will become my friends. Anyway, I played my video game for an intoxicating 3 hours.
Then Bob Rhom interupted my eye-popping gameplay and asked me if I wanted to play. I replied that my mom wouldn't let me out, because I had stayed home from school. I went back to playing video games, but this time on the computer. And the computer, my friends, is downstairs. Yes, I had ventured out of my room, down the ahll way, down my 13 steps, and onto my computer chair. After I caught my breath, I began playing my awesome PC game called counter strike. If you have never heard of it, there is only one solution. You must go into you're parents closet and find you're daddy's handgun. Load up, place firearm in rectum, and fire. Then you will realize just how cool this game is. I can't get enough of it. Oh, look, its time to play it some more.
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[02 Feb 2004|10:37pm] |
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[02 Feb 2004|06:50pm] |
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hello.
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