It is actually 1:44 AM on the 20th as I’m starting to type this, but let’s just call it the 19th for the sake of things, okay?
Today was a pretty good day overall. When I woke up, my sister was leaving to go hang out with her boyfriend, which was good for both of us. She hadn’t seen him since Tuesday (because he was grounded from his car) and I wanted the house all to my self. At eleven-something, I got two text messages: one from Sister, one from Mother.
Sister asked, “Five bucks to empty the dishwasher?”
Mom said, “Make sure the dishes get done today because I’ve got a lot to do tonight.” (For the record, Mother didn’t do anything that she had planned to do.)
So, I fiddled around with my laptop and Zune (LOVE THIS THING) for good while, wrote a bit, and then finally dragged myself into the kitchen to do some chores. I brought my computer into the kitchen and plugged it in, so I could jam out (A Day To Remember FTW!) while I did my stuff. I emptied the dishwaser and did the dishes. Then, I was somehow motivated to swiffer the floors, clean the stove top, and scrub the counters. Weird.
Then, I turned up my music (Coheed and Cambria now) so I could hear it in the living room as I continued my cleaning rampage. I put all the video gaming stuff in order (Mother and Father randomly bought a Wii the other night and the evidence was strewn about the room), took care of everything that was mine, piled up Sister’s stuff to get it out of the way, and vacuumed. Go me.
Then, I did some laundry, and attacked my room, cleaning it.
And I hardly pulled at all. I should keep doing this cleaning business, but my parents might become suspicious. They don’t like to talk about my “problem” and frankly, I don’t like to bring it up. I’ll just tell them that I was bored.
So I decided to reward myself. I had no plan to do so, until my Dad knocked on my bedroom door and was like, “So, we’re going to Borders to get your sister’s grad gift. You coming?”
So I went. I had my eye on this certain book for AGES so I figured I deserved to spend a few bucks to get it. The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky. Highly recommended.
It’s about this boy who writes anonymous letters to someone he knows and looks up to, thinking that only he/she will ever understand. Maybe that’s why I feel like writing. I don’t know.
But I’m halfway through the book already and I’m not the least bit tired.
But I should probably go to bed because we’ve got a busy day ahead of us as we prepare for my sister’s graduation party. Hmmph. Goodnight, internet.
Post Script: We got my sister Sony’s version of the Kindle for graduation. She is infatuated already. I only hope she lets me put Pride and Prejudice and Zombies on it and lets me read it. Fingers crossed.
Post Post Script: I’m going to try to do SMMC #3 when I wake up in several hours. I’m just too beat to do it now. (You probably don’t care, internet, but I like it. So there.)
