you KNOW you have one…

My mom is a FOB. My dad is a FOB.

Excerpts:

I was arguing with my dad:
me: You don’t understand!
dad: Y’all don’t understand! Oh hot damn!
me: What?
dad: In the ayer, ayer, ayer!
me: Okay..
dad: What does ‘ayer’ mean in teenager lingo anyways?
me: Just don’t ever say that again…

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Mom calls me asking what I want from In-N-Out Burgers.

Me: Can you get me the animal style fries?

thirty minutes later, mom comes home…

Mom: I asked for the doggy-style fries, but I think they ran out because they just started laughing.

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My sister and I were playing punch buggie in the backseat of the car which
is when you punch someone when you see a VW bug.

Mom (to Dad): What are they doing? I told them no violence!
Dad: No no, it’s a game they play where you hit if you see a type of car.
Mom: Oooh I see…
[5 secs later]
Mom: Chevrolet! *hits Dad*
Me: Nooooo, mommy you don’t get to pick what kind, it’s a specific car!
Mom: Oooh okay I get it
[5 secs later]
Mom: BMW!? *hits dad*

this is why, this is why…

This is why you’re fat.

Hilarious.

just keep swimming…

I swam today! I thought I was only going to do ten 25m laps (since I haven’t exercised in a looong time), but hee hee… I ended up doing 22!

But now I’m sore. LOL. I’m liking this though (yes, even the soreness and the pain). I miss swimming so much!

summertime, summertime

Er, so the spring semester seems like it ended awhile ago. Summer school is about a week old, and I have a paper on Friday, for which I’ll get the prompt tomorrow! Two hours is a long time. I really don’t know how I’m managing to stay awake.

By the way, I moved to a new place. I’m sore, and my hands are still swollen. Haha. Plus, my fingers feel like they will get blisters if I do anymore moving/carrying stuff. That sucks.

Anyway, got lots of reading to do. I unpacked most of today, and I’m still not done!

Will take pictures when I’m settled. Hopefully soon!

you guys kinda suck

I was quiet when you guys had finals. Just because you guys are done doesn’t mean you can make all the noise you want. It’s 10:45. You’re vacuuming, RIGHT by the place I’m studying in.

What. The. Fuck.

change (or is it…)

I think I will color my hair. I don’t want to do it on my own because I’m bound to mess it up. However, I don’t want to spend a ridiculous amount of money on my stupid hair, since it never actually does anything but lay there and be straight (and grow fast).

Payday will dictate this I suppose. Yay payday on Friday!

Or I could just take that money and buy ingredients for baking and/or other food stuff. Hmm.

P.S. Would you light my candle? What are you staring at? At least the room stopped spinning.

P.P.S. Mooooooooo!

bear birthday!

Happy Birthday, Brian!

birthday bear

oh noooooo…

Aireen & I have discovered Skype…

Oh boy, it's skype...

This may not have been the best idea in the world… hahaha.