*yawn* I just got up. Maybe I'll go back to sleep, or finish writing that letter to Raymond. =) *glee!* He is so smart, and talented, and selfless, and kind, and amazing, and sweet, and wonderful, and beautiful! =D I'll have to put up a picture or two of him so everyone can get an eyeful of "WOW!". XD
Hmm...I'm surprised. It's been three days here, and I haven't seen CJ (Craig Junior!) or Brooke, yet. They are my younger cousins. I think CJ must be 13, now...he and I, while being interested in completely different things, always manage to have a fairly good time. I'm definitely not an outdoors-y type, but he always ends up talking me into going into the woods or rowing out into the pond in a rowboat. Must be something endearing about a short, chubby kid with hair like Eminem, glasses, and an accent that makes the word "bar" sound like "bah".
I might as well use some of that $80 I have to buy a disposable camera and take pictures of my icky, makeupless, self. It'll be more fun than a barrell of vozhds.
Psssht. My stepmom just bitched at me for throwing my TP in the trash instead of in the toilet (the sign on the toilet-seat that read "DO NOT FLUSH THE TOILET" couldn't possibly have given the impression that the toilet might have been clogged, could it? Silly me). Honestly, how little of a life does someone have to have to count the wads of TP in the toilet to make sure that everyone who took a piss put their TP in there? Frikkin' A.
I should probably go and eat breakfast, as I haven't done so yet. Funny how the thought of breakfast comes right after talking about used TP. =P Au Reviour.