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Repost from DA: Ho Snap
16 years ago
reposting from DA because I dont feel like typing it all again
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My grandmother is getting married tomorrow. So that means that I'm sitting up here in boring old Dothan doing nothing but listening to her new husband's grandkids and kids be... generally snooty. They're kinda jerks. Until they hear you saying something about them being jerks. Then they're friendly as hell.
I think I'm getting sick. Hanging out with all these sick people (i.e. my mom and sister) is making me feel stuffy and headache-y. I have to be up in like, 9 hours. That's so totally not enough sleep for my tastes. Even though I got up at like, 9, almost 10 this morning to help decorate (yeah, I skipped school today to be here in Do-freaking-than), and that was kinda fun, but by about 3 I was downing Vault like it was candy. I crashed at like, 9, too. Oh, also, my grandmother's sister's husband fell off the stage, riiiight over a ladder, it was freaking hilarious once we found out he was okay. This man has fallen 1250 feet, had his parachute not deploy, landed flat on his face, and got up and did 2 more jumps that day. Not to mention he's just freaking hilarious. I love my Great Uncle Jim.
I was going to say something else, but it's late, and I keep freaking forgetting what I was writing this journal about, or why I'm even writing it at all.
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My grandmother is getting married tomorrow. So that means that I'm sitting up here in boring old Dothan doing nothing but listening to her new husband's grandkids and kids be... generally snooty. They're kinda jerks. Until they hear you saying something about them being jerks. Then they're friendly as hell.
I think I'm getting sick. Hanging out with all these sick people (i.e. my mom and sister) is making me feel stuffy and headache-y. I have to be up in like, 9 hours. That's so totally not enough sleep for my tastes. Even though I got up at like, 9, almost 10 this morning to help decorate (yeah, I skipped school today to be here in Do-freaking-than), and that was kinda fun, but by about 3 I was downing Vault like it was candy. I crashed at like, 9, too. Oh, also, my grandmother's sister's husband fell off the stage, riiiight over a ladder, it was freaking hilarious once we found out he was okay. This man has fallen 1250 feet, had his parachute not deploy, landed flat on his face, and got up and did 2 more jumps that day. Not to mention he's just freaking hilarious. I love my Great Uncle Jim.
I was going to say something else, but it's late, and I keep freaking forgetting what I was writing this journal about, or why I'm even writing it at all.
