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( First things first. MI-5 Spoilers. )
Well, things have been interesting at my house. Fortunately, my mom is gone today. I have no clue why, but she's out of town. Unfortunately, my sister has already threatened my other sister with a knife, so I have all of our kitchen knives in a box next to my bed (it's the box Toby came in, though, so it's full of styrofoam). The knife-wielding sister keeps crying. I don't know if it's because of the divorce, because she's a drama queen, or because she has some psychological disorder. Whatever. She annoys the crap out of me. Me? Highly insensitive? Nah.
I stayed up till 5 am RPing and chatting. As always, it was good fun. My sister (the fat one, not the serial killer one) had her radio on the whole time. No, she was not awake. She went to bed at like 9. Why doesn't she buy a freaking CD and listen to that? I can hear Kiss FM playing in her room, which is separated from mine by 2 doors and a hallway.
Oh, Starbucks yesterday. Me and Brooke (my shift) got really hyper, since the customers kind of abandoned us after 6. So we created Marvin the latte (he was originally named Peter, even before I knew the name of Tony Head's MI-5 character, but Brooke said that reminded her of the male genitalia, so I renamed him). Marvin had a smiley face and angry eyebrows. He was an iced venti latte (and that's how you should say it when ordering, punk!). We also created Sally the Americano, so we could have When Marvin Met Sally. They had a child named Patty. Patty the blueberry cake. Patty cake, get it? Man, were we bored. Brooke even introduced Marvin to a customer. She said, "This is my friend Marvin." He thought she said, "This is my friend puking." So then she proceeded to squirt out part of the latte in the sink while making BLEEEEH noises. I kid you not, Sammi.
That's all that's new in my little world. Except that I finished A Study in Scarlet and saw Mr. Kuhl. Not much of a story there, though. He asked me where our garbage was.
I'm going to go buy Achtung Baby, since I've downloaded half the album on Kazaa alread. It's one of Jay Mohr's top ten albums. I agree with him about three: Nevermind, Sticky Fingers (so good), and Achtung Baby. A couple of the others are jazz, which I appreciate but can't take in large doses.
EDIT: What are all these weird people doing in my driveway?
Well, things have been interesting at my house. Fortunately, my mom is gone today. I have no clue why, but she's out of town. Unfortunately, my sister has already threatened my other sister with a knife, so I have all of our kitchen knives in a box next to my bed (it's the box Toby came in, though, so it's full of styrofoam). The knife-wielding sister keeps crying. I don't know if it's because of the divorce, because she's a drama queen, or because she has some psychological disorder. Whatever. She annoys the crap out of me. Me? Highly insensitive? Nah.
I stayed up till 5 am RPing and chatting. As always, it was good fun. My sister (the fat one, not the serial killer one) had her radio on the whole time. No, she was not awake. She went to bed at like 9. Why doesn't she buy a freaking CD and listen to that? I can hear Kiss FM playing in her room, which is separated from mine by 2 doors and a hallway.
Oh, Starbucks yesterday. Me and Brooke (my shift) got really hyper, since the customers kind of abandoned us after 6. So we created Marvin the latte (he was originally named Peter, even before I knew the name of Tony Head's MI-5 character, but Brooke said that reminded her of the male genitalia, so I renamed him). Marvin had a smiley face and angry eyebrows. He was an iced venti latte (and that's how you should say it when ordering, punk!). We also created Sally the Americano, so we could have When Marvin Met Sally. They had a child named Patty. Patty the blueberry cake. Patty cake, get it? Man, were we bored. Brooke even introduced Marvin to a customer. She said, "This is my friend Marvin." He thought she said, "This is my friend puking." So then she proceeded to squirt out part of the latte in the sink while making BLEEEEH noises. I kid you not, Sammi.
That's all that's new in my little world. Except that I finished A Study in Scarlet and saw Mr. Kuhl. Not much of a story there, though. He asked me where our garbage was.
I'm going to go buy Achtung Baby, since I've downloaded half the album on Kazaa alread. It's one of Jay Mohr's top ten albums. I agree with him about three: Nevermind, Sticky Fingers (so good), and Achtung Baby. A couple of the others are jazz, which I appreciate but can't take in large doses.
EDIT: What are all these weird people doing in my driveway?
