mj

marleighsea:bschh:

it was the first day of school, and i was getting ready to get on the bus, so naturally i was like

. so i was doin’ my thang, and eating a banana as i got on. then i saw the driver and he was all like

so i was like

and he was like

so i was like

. i wasn’t allowed to eat the banana.

~~~~~~~~~ 1 hour later ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

i finnally got to school and was like

and i walked into my classroom and the teacher was like

so i was like

and then i went to my first class. it was music class. the teacher was like

and i was like

then that class was over and i went to english. i was like

but the teacher still gave alot of homework. the girl next to me was like

but the teacher was like

then i went to spanish and the teacher was like

and i got in trouble for some reason so i had to go the principal’s office so i was like

when i got the office, the principal and nurse were like

and i was like

but then they stopped and the principal was like

so i was like

and she was like OKAY,

then the day went by and the school was out. all the kids were like

and like

but i just got on the bus and the driver was still like

~~~~~~~~ the end ~~~~~~~~~~~

my stomach hurts from laughing

My pal was featured as #30 on The Soup’s Clipdown ‘09, as “one of the worst introductions of a family on Wifeswap, ever.”

you know the night life is just not for me, ‘cause all you really need is a few good friends

Ever since I was younger (but old enough to do chores), I’ve had these crazy spurts of cleaning. My room would be trashed for days, but occasionally, I would just focus so hard on cleaning. I don’t know what happens when I get into this one-track, MUST CLEAN mindsets. I find it very relaxing and rewarding. I had a moment tonight. I came home from a night of light drinking and lounging and general sleepiness, and remembered that I had to do the dishes. Or “secure the kitchen”, as my grandma puts it. So it’s 2:30 AM, I’m loading the dishwasher, scrubbing the fuck out of the ceramic sink with Comet and a Brillo pad, and then I decide to clean the stove. Mind you, my mom loves to cook, but she can’t seem to clean up too well. There’s like three years of cooked-on grease and shit, but I did it. I don’t even know what I was thinking during this whole hour and a half. I just love the sense of pride and accomplishment I feel during/afterwards. I know my mom will be pleased and that pleases me. I also know that it’s something I want to do to make me happy, instead of wasting away in front of a computer. But this feeling only comes about 3-4 times a year. At least that what it seems like. Fuck, I need to sleep. This is officially the latest I’ve stayed up all break and I also happen to weigh the most of this whole year. Whatever, that stove and sink are spotless.