When Does A Car Become A Meteor?

Today we got to help a couple out with yard work, mostly involving raking up leaves, unfortunately, it was raining. So, ya. That was fun. The second I got home I layed down on the couch and passed out for two hours. Yay.

My little sister commented under a video that it made her cry, and apparently someone replied, "Good. Suffer."

She said they reminded her of me?

I want to take it as a compliment, but I don't know if I should.

The kidneys connected to the egg bone.

The egg bones connected to the flip phone.

The flip phones connected to the trombone.

The trombones connected to the mouth stones.

The mouth stones connected to the red cloak.

The red cloaks connected to the leg room.

The leg rooms connected to the lawsuit.

The lawsuits connected to the bomb soot.

The bomb soots connected to the *shoots gun twice*

And these are the months of the year!

*claps hands twice like in if you're happy and you know it*

I think my brain broke, because I forgot the word for pizza, and the first thing that popped into my head was: "Smiley Pie Crust Dinner."

I just pulled an all-nighter, as one does, and I went to grab something to eat because I'd prefer not to starve. Last night we had pizza, so obviously I had left over pizza. Make all the jokes you want; I honestly don't care. That was the best thing I have ever put in my mouth. I swear, out of everything, homemade spaghetti, Chinese takeout, butter chicken, cookies, ice-cream, Jello, that Oreo pudding stuff we make for potlucks, my dad's award-winning chilly he stole from a dc comic and has an image of said comic framed and hanging in the kitchen, NOTHING has been better than this day-old pizza.

I am in so much PAIN right now, it's not even funny.

I can barely even walk. I literally just sitting in bed, not even moving, and I can still feel it.

It's times like this I wish I lacked a physical form.

My beanbag ripped, so now I've resorted to sitting on the floor, like a commoner.

My dad just called me into his room. I was sure I was in trouble, like majorly-screwed-grounded-till-collage kind of trouble. When I walked into the room, he handed me a full pint of key-lime ice-cream with barely a spoonful taken out of it.

I would say I'm surprised, but this is honestly like the twentieth time he's done this.

I need to stop being to paranoid.

So, yesterday was interesting.

I woke up around one, as one does, and had to babysit some little kids. They were adorable, and absolute sweethearts, so that was fun.

Afterwards, my mother and sisters and I went to the store. As me and my sisters were walking past the cloths section, a boy walked by, and for some stupid reason, I audibly said, "Cute." Like what??? What is wrong with me??? Why would I say that???

Luckly for the most part it was under my breath, and the only person who could have heard me was my little sister, who second before that had pointed out a shirt that she liked. So, if she somehow heard me, she probably thought I was talking about some of the cloths we past.

Later during the trip, and somehow way less embarrassingly, I ended up shaking with laughter in the middle of the aisle. We were looking for an Asian sauce for a recipe my older sister was planning, and we had already gone back and forth trying to find other ingredients, and someone suggested looking back over by the ramen and rice even though the sauces were kept in a different aisle. Thankfully we found it there, so we didn't have to keep running around, and my little sister said, "Good thing they're racist."

I don't know why I found that so funny, but I ended up on the floor laughing in public, so, ya.

We went home and I sat in my room reading all night. It's like 7:15 right now, so I should probably get some sleep.

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