Cell

i got a new friggin cell phone number today. and i dont friggin want it.

the one thing i hate about blogging is that my parents (who stumbled upon this page one day [dont ask me how, or even worse, WHY]) and pretty much anyone can just look on here and see exactly how i feel.

guess what, world? SOMETIMES I DON'T WANT YOU TO KNOW HOW I FEEL.

but, my father can just friggin look on here. my sister, too.

wanna hear about my morning this morning? too bad.

i wake up to hear my father screaming "DI! DI! DI!" im just like, whats going on? and he comes in and is all, "is your cell phone in your purse?" and he goes and looks in it anyway before i say anything. and then he says, "oh, it is." and then he leaves. a couple seconds later:

"DI! DI! DI, WHERE ARE YOU! COME HERE!"

and i'm thinking that someone's got in a car crash or something, and so i go in and im like, "what?" all groggy and whatnot. he says i need to redo my phone number.

so i'm ticked.

i do it, and then right before the last step, my phone runs out of power.

not the best thing to happen to you in the world. and it was morning.

i leave it to my dad to try and get it to work (and it does, he plugs it into my charger and turns it on).

i then go right on making my morning waffles, because i know i won't be able to get back to sleep. then i remember that we're going out for breakfast, so i have to stop my waffles from cooking (burning myself in the friggin process) and put them back into the friggin freezer. then my sister walks by and says, "are you packed?"

and that really ticks me off, because my dad told me to pack in the morning. (i'm going on a trip to my sister's place, in case you were wondering.)

so then we go to breakfast, after me rushing around to get ready, and i get better.

fun, right?