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I'm totally comfortable.
Wednesday. 2.25.09 8:36 pm
Alright, so, the first 13 or so years I've lived in this house, my family never knew there was an air duct that came out under the sink.

The longer I live here, the more bad things I hear about the contractor from Mom. Haha.

Anyway, it was uncovered when we renovated the kitchen (which I'm still getting used to, by the way) and now when I stand in front of the sink, I get warm air on my poor widdle cold tosies.

On another, unrelated note, my mom likes to conserve energy by leaving the air system set to 60 degrees downstairs and 67 upstairs. I've complained about this before, because since nobody knows how to use the air system (this, also, is relatively new because the old one failed epically), and nobody remembers to turn up the heat when we get home from school/work, the house is in a constant state of freezingness and especially when I'm trying to sleep. And I've made Mom aware of this, in my usual way.

SO.

I was pointing out to Sean the extra vent we'd uncovered while I basked in its restoring flow. Mom misunderstood me to be complaining about the cold, and started berating me for not "dressing properly" for the cold. I'm wearing long jeans and a Tee shirt, mind you.

After insisting several times that my body is just fine, it's just my toes that are cold, and I was only talking about the air vent anyway, I yelled "HEY MOM, LOOK! I'm comfortable!"

I proceeded to strip down to my underwear, and ate my cheeseburgers in my boxers.




Some friends at school and I have an idea for an awesome video, but it's a big job. I don't know if it can be an amature job or not, but if we can pull it off right, it has the potential for greatness.

Hush-hush.

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...I care...
Tuesday. 2.24.09 8:24 pm
And it will be the death of me.

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Sunday. 2.22.09 3:09 pm

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Saturday. 2.21.09 9:01 pm
I don't even know what to say.

I'm so sick of my brother's macho-badass bullshit. He's all, "I'm so cool, because I'm angry all the time, and I listen to the same angry songs all the time really loud, and when I don't get what I like I punch holes in things and swagger around the neighborhood at night without telling anyone where I am."

He gets mad at me because I don't give him a ride to the movies to hang out with his friends. A) I don't owe him a ride anywhere, and if I say NO then that should be the end of it. I don't have to explain myself. His rides are a gift, not a right. B) I really couldn't because I was supposed to be cleaning my room, and am in fact still doing that.

He comes shouting and yelling into my room for almost 8 minutes straight, and when his friend calls, he shouts at me so she can hear his manly anger. Notice, he doesn't get mad at his friends. They're the ones who fall through on their plans. They're the ones who text him to come watch the movie starting in half an hour, on a Saturday night, when we live 25 minutes away from the theater. His friends need to get it together, not me.

I have a massive headache. I think I'll go straight to bed, tonight.

Several times Katie told me she'd talk later, so all day long I've had this kind of waiting in the back of my mind, and at 8:30 she reveals that she's doing her own thing today. That's good and fine, in all seriousness, except that I've been left out to hang all day long. I mean, by 8:30 I kind of already knew that anyway.

We won our game this morning by a shaky 3 points. This is pretty good, considering our record, but it was a REALLY dirty game. I can't decide if we were just really unlucky or if the referees were actually out to get us. One kid on our team has a hard time keeping his cool, and when some kid packed him real bad we all expected the ref to call a foul. Tim (that's his name) was on the floor and everything, and the entire crowd sitting under the basket was hollering foul. But, when Tim throws his hands up in the "where's the foul?!" manner, the ref gives him a tech. The dude hurt Tim's hand, which was pretty obvious, but the ref wouldn't budge.

Later Tim apologized to the ref for losing his temper, which he definitely did do.

I'm looking through a bunch of my old shirts in a drawer, and I found one of my favorites from when I was a kid that I'd completely forgotten about. It's in Greek, so I have no idea what it means, but there's an angry little cartoon character boy (reminds me of Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes, actually,) with a mantle of leaves in his hair. I don't get it, but I love it, and it barely fits. :D

There's a little hole right next to the boy's nose. D:

www.yourfonts.com lets you make fonts out of your own handwriting. Pretty easy, and the fonts work really well in Word and other stuff. My friend has a Mac and no complaints, either. Whoo!

More shirts await.

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