Well damn. That's not good.
I think you're mom needs to take a major chill pill and you need to get away from her for like, four days *cough*andstayatmyhouse*cough*.
Not good at all. =\
Had an interesting conversation with Sam Bryant though on FB. I showed him his twin, a.k.a. Mikey. XD
So I'm getting there early tomorrow, yes?
I reaaaaaallly wanna dye my hair!
Um . . . do you think you'd maybe be able to talk your mom into spending the night Saturday? Not now, definitely not now, but like . . . you could call her on Saturday while you're at my house so that there hopefully wouldn't be a huge fight.
That would suck. Sure, I might have shorter days in general, but being knocked down to one less fun friend would suck. Religious *and* bothersome about moving? Add in one more and you have a trifuckta.
I have to wait a couple of weeks before I try my right one again. It's swollen and it hurts like hell. Imagine; five needle stabbings at once in one ear lobe.
Give me a bottle and I'm sold.
Prozac and Seroquil for about a year or so doesn't help as much as you'd imagine... don't think they actually worked when I *did* take them, to be honest. =w=
And it just keeps coming. =_= At least I got mindless sheep to mess with... but that was eons ago. Not the best I have is a brother-from-another-mother and... .... ... a few other friends who commonly state that they dislike me to varying degrees? (don't worry, your not the b-f-a-m)
What, I'm not used to it by now? :P Sure, you get nailed to wood (first time), get shot up by soldiers (second time) and run over by the Chinese... (third time) but you just gotta keep coming back and trying!
I expect that I'll be pummeled by a Korean soon enough... ... (eventual fourth death)