A Normal Day-Oh Wait...

This week in school, we have another short week - that means we had a day off. When we have a short week, we have to do everything we usually do doubled, and because we barely did any work last week, somethings are quadrupled. Today, I have to admit, went by pretty fast. In the morning I had spelling, simple solutions (some stupid workbook all the schools in the archdiocese have to do), recess, math, and computer/library. At lunch my friend Lauren and I sat in the office and played ssecretaries like we do every week, as I listened to Lauren complain because her boyfriend is too afraid to kiss her and they've gone out for nine months. I wouldv'e dumped him by now, since they haven't gone on any dates since...never? Some relationship. In the afternoon I sat through Ms. Santomo's boring Social Studies class as she debated with a few kids over whether Michael Phelps is still going to be a Nike spokesperson or not. Then I went home did my homework, played with my dogs, fed my rabbit, talked to my best friend, Rachel, went on my computer, ate dinner, got mad at my grandmom for not letting me go to a party on Saturday...yep, a pretty normal day. The only thing that sucks is I have nothing to bitch about now... Oh wait... Did I mention my grandmoms not letting me go to a party Saturday. I don't see the big deal. Its an in-door pool party, the only boy going to be there is the girls ten year old little cousin, who looks like he ate five too many big macs over the weekend...oh wait he looks like that all the time. Anyway, I didn't really want to go to the party, my friends did. Lauren said she's not going unless I go. Sorry Lauren. The point is, to go to the party, I would need to go shopping for a present, and a new bathing suit...and it wouldn't hurt to buy a few new outfits while I was there, but no. Instead I'm stuck with my smelly, annoying great grandmom, my aunt and uncle with the on-off marriage of the family, my six year old cousin Sarah (who will pal around with my little brother) and my 90lb four year old little cousin. Oh yeah, he's over weight. The doctor said he was gonna have heart problems, and my stupid aunt takes him to get cheese fries. You know, he can eat a large order my himself. If he makes it to ten, he's gonna go through serious torture in school. Poor kid. Its my aunts fault. She taught him to eat his feelings... Xs and Lots of Os, A bitch-less Des