You know when some internet whizmogizmositething, tells you how its "updated itself", become "smoother, faster" and "more efficient", like it's some first-class floozy? And then offers you the chance to "try it out"? Most people know that with things like Facebook, this is a terrible thing, and avoid it. Thus, you avoid other things asking you to update.
Blogger did this to me. And I said yes.
AND NOW LOOK AT ME? I WAS TYPING THIS BLOG POST IN THIS SETTING ASKING YOU TO MAKE A NEW BLOG ANDITWASHORRIBLEBEACUSEITWASTHEWRONGBUTTONANDTHENITTOLDMETHATINEEDEDTOOPENANEWWINDOWANDALLTHIS RANDOMSHIZZERANDICAN'TEVENDEALLLLLLLL.
sigh.
This week has been...meh. Not great, at all. Monday, I put a load of laundry into the washing machine then dryer...I DYED SO MANY CLOTHES DIFFERENT COLOURS AND MUM GOT MAD AT MEEEEEE D: Tuesday, Nijmeh left me. Alone. I'm so depressed.
Today...
I woke up at 11am. Now generally, I am awoken by the sounds of my family making ungodly "sorting out the house, because we just moved" noises and it's bloody annoying. However, today I woke up due to the fact that there were no noises. O.o I was so disoriented, because the light filtering into my room was shitty, and so I tripped over all the cables, and my Harry Potter book and fell right into my bedroom door...nose-first.
I JUST GOT MY NOSE PIERCED, AND IT HURT LIKE A MOTHEREFFINGBALLOONANIMAL. LALSDJFASDFJASDF.
Anyways, I searched around the house calling out like a wounded animal, "MUUUUUUMM, SISTTTTTEERRR? ANYBODDDYYYPLEAASSEEE?" Still, no noise. Then I put a load of laundry in the washing machine. Anyways, in the end, I ended up on lying, no, DYING on my stairs determined that they had abandoned me, when the garage door opened and my sister popped her head in and said,
"What are you doing?"
"HOLY GOD, YOU'RE ALIVE. WHERE WERE YOU? DID YOU HEAR ME CALLING? I MISSED YOU!"
"We were in the garage, silly."
"ADSFJADSF. DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME CALLING?"
"Yeah."
"...I was hurt."
"Oh...Mum wanted you to put the dishes in the dishwasher. Bye"
What the hell.
And then...we decided to go wandering about town, buying...things, I don't even remember. I remember buying pencils for school...and paint. Hm.
When we got home, Mum was like, "OHHH RIGHT. I NEED TO RETURN THIS." So I went to go start Appa again (Appa is my car. True story.). So I went out to go start the car, and had my eyes burned out.
As I start the car, I turn around and see this teenage couple sucking face. Violently...
Not like that, because if I had seen this, I would have been lawling. But anyways, they were like violently attacking each others faces and groping each other...because nothing says "I love you", more than sucking the face of your S.O. off, leaving them blind forever, and exposing their non-virginious bodies to the innocent eyes of the children in this world, or in this case: me. The worst part of this was the fact that they were doing this: ON MY SIDEWALK. THE NERVE OF THOSE ICKFACES. And the fact that I said something...
*Couple vacuuming each others faces off*
Wallis turns and sees them, shouts: "EW. YOU FILTHY WHORES!"
The couple heard me. I kinda clapped my hand over my mouth, said, "Go about your business, friends" and went into the car. Blargh. They continued for a moment, and then saw me glaring at them from the car window and left to the park. THE PARK. WHERE INNOCENT CHILDREN PLAY...OR IN THIS CASE, I PLAY. BASTARDDDDDS.
Anyways: later tonight, for the dinner that I wanted to nom, I needed crackers, and Mum was all, "YEAH. LET'S GO GETTEM" and we drove to the grocery. I went in, picked up a box of 'em. Bought 'em. Walked out feeling like an adult (I dunno why), got in the car, and then it all went to shit.
Mum began shouting at me, "WHAT ARE THOSE?"
"Wh...crackers?"
"DID I TELL YOU TO GET THAT BOX?"
"Wh...yeah? These...these are crackers!"
"WALLIS. I TOLD YOU TO GET THE LARGE BOX!"
"Is this, is this not the LARGE BOX? It's bigg-"
"GO GET THE BIG BOX, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? I TOLD YOU TO GO AND GET THE BIG BOX! YOU DON'T LISTEN! WHAT THE -"
"OKAY."
SO, I went in. Stood for like 15 minutes at the customer service desk for someone to help me, BECAUSE NO ONE WORKS THERE AT THIS HOUR. The lady who finally came thought I DIDN'T SPEAK ENGLISH, when I CLEARLY SAID, "I would like to exchange this box, for this one." She was all, "I'm sorry, I don't speak Spanish, but I can call Pam from down.." I looked at her and just said, "Look. Give me this box of crackers. I don't want this one. Hablo ingles." I hate ignorant assholes who stop me from buying crackers.
In the end I bought them.
Just now, I was trying to put the trash out on the sidewalk (where those douchetits were makin' out), and was approached by a kid (well, he was significantly older than me...but, still. KID.) who was walking his dog, and beatboxing. He saw me and kinda danced over, beatboxing, and rapped to his dog, "YO DOG, SIDDOWWWNNN. SIDDOWN, DOG, DOG, DOG"...the dog did not sit. But the kid began talki-sorry, rapping to me, "Yo, I see you gots some trash there!" (starts beatboxing). Wallis, "Ur, yeah. Trash day tomorrow. You're good at beatboxing." (BEATBOXES EVEN LOUDER, stops as Wallis begins to walk inside) "GIRL, WHERE YOU GOIN'? YOU DIDN'T EVEN TELL ME YOUR NAME? BROOOOOO, DOGGGG SIDDOWN SIDDOWWWWNN" sigh At this point, I hadn't eaten my crackers yet, and wanted to go inside so I said, "Your dog looks antsy. Maybe I'll catch you later. Bye"
And so he beatboxed away.
I'm going to blame my whole "melodramaticness", on the fact that I'm really rather lonely and kinda sad. I met someone from my school today, her name's Casi and she's really nice, and works at Canadian Tire. ^^ She had cool hair and knew about paint. AWESOME.
Oh: I had my first piano lesson today, well here...it was so painful. I feel bad for the old lady teaching me.
Oh and: Tim Horton's and McDonalds' haven't replied. No one wants meeeeee.
So: someone please save me. Okay?
This is so long...
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