This is Reality?
"relaxation"... Is this what it's supposed to be like?
Funny how life is.
I went ot the beach today, because I knew it would be
cooler than inside my house (how ironic is that?) and that
I could get more homework done.
And hopefully to relax a little bit as well.
That SO did not happen. Except for the beach being cooler
than the house part. I'm sitting next to a window in my
bathing suit, and I"m so hot I'm sliding around in the wood
I came home three times to go to the bathroom, and the
first time I was missing $2, the second time I found a
potatoe (with holes in it) in my bed, and was missing $3,
and the third time I found CHOCOLATE in my sheets (mm..
yum. :: rolls eyes ::), so I had to change the sheets, and
my room, which already looked like Hurricane Andrew had hit
it, mow looks like a official disaster area. I think I can
safely apply for national aid.
When I questioned my brothers about the money, they all
pointed at each other (big suprise), and claimed they
wanted to blow up the potato. My question is, why was it in
I wasn't even going to ask about why my sheets were draped
all over the room.
Is that what relaxation is? Because I'm not sure I have a
real definition anymore...