Very last day of summer. Obviously, instead of blogging, I should be writing my English assignment. Or typing it, or whatever. I should at least be doing something productive, since school starts tomorrow. But since it starts tomorrow, tonight is my night of creativity rather than productivity. I'm not sure if that's a word. I don't really give a shit. My dad's birthday is tomorrow; my mom and I made him a cake earlier (from scratch!) with our very own frosting, too (ALSO from scratch, obviously). But with my dad being gay and all, he didn't even take the cake home with him.. but it happens. I guess.
Tomorrow Obama is speaking in Arlington! which most likely means it will be aired tomorrow during school.. unless our county was one of the one's that opted out of the airing because Obama's black and all. Which definitely reminds me that earlier while my mom and I were putting together all the ingredients for the cake, I told her 'if this cake sucks, I'm going to kill Obama'... then I decided it would be my catch-phrase until I figured out something better, which happens more often than not.
In case none of you faggish bloggers noticed, my dad is still kind of an asshole. He's been telling me I deserve a break from my mother.
Let me tell you guyssss that I have been the best daughter in the world recently. Today she got extremely mad at me for trying to explain to her that she put way too many carrots in the cake. Recently, she's been getting extremely flared at every little thing in life, but it's not her; it's the disease. She promised me that it's not her getting mad at me, it's her being mad at herself for no longer understanding simple concepts she used to bestow upon me and the other people in her life. She doesn't even realize it anymore. What you guyssss have to understand that I am a hypocrite, a critic, a smartass and a whole variety of everything in between. but to my mother, I've become the most patient and mature person I can possibly muster out of all my traits, the flaws and perfections of them, and the way my parents raised me. She looked at me with the most belittling look and said, 'like you don't get angry' and I realized that it's been months since I've gotten angry or impatient with her, which I really never thought was possible since I've been an overdramatic teenager since I came out of the womb. But life happens. I'm totally ready to take it now.
anyways.
Hopefully this year will still turn out well. Sophomooooooores!
Tomorrow Obama is speaking in Arlington! which most likely means it will be aired tomorrow during school.. unless our county was one of the one's that opted out of the airing because Obama's black and all. Which definitely reminds me that earlier while my mom and I were putting together all the ingredients for the cake, I told her 'if this cake sucks, I'm going to kill Obama'... then I decided it would be my catch-phrase until I figured out something better, which happens more often than not.
In case none of you faggish bloggers noticed, my dad is still kind of an asshole. He's been telling me I deserve a break from my mother.
Let me tell you guyssss that I have been the best daughter in the world recently. Today she got extremely mad at me for trying to explain to her that she put way too many carrots in the cake. Recently, she's been getting extremely flared at every little thing in life, but it's not her; it's the disease. She promised me that it's not her getting mad at me, it's her being mad at herself for no longer understanding simple concepts she used to bestow upon me and the other people in her life. She doesn't even realize it anymore. What you guyssss have to understand that I am a hypocrite, a critic, a smartass and a whole variety of everything in between. but to my mother, I've become the most patient and mature person I can possibly muster out of all my traits, the flaws and perfections of them, and the way my parents raised me. She looked at me with the most belittling look and said, 'like you don't get angry' and I realized that it's been months since I've gotten angry or impatient with her, which I really never thought was possible since I've been an overdramatic teenager since I came out of the womb. But life happens. I'm totally ready to take it now.
anyways.
Hopefully this year will still turn out well. Sophomooooooores!
you should say 'i'm going to kill joe biden.' not to offend anyone. no one cares if joe biden dies.
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