Friday, Aug. 06, 2004
strike three!
Yesterday I went to Six Flags and played with a puppy in the pet shop at the mall. His name was Archie and he was a little shetland sheepdog. If my mommy would let me, I'd go back there RIGHT THIS MOMENT and buy him. I've fallen in love with that puppy.
Today I sat on my ass in my PJ's and watched a Danny Phantom marathon on Nickelodeon all day. Oh, and I ate some cookie dough too. OH, and I got grounded for writing something down in a personal journal, and my father had gone through my room to find it. He read it, and decided to ground me for a week because I had merely expressed my OPINION on how my father had decided to raise me. You know, now that I see the word opinion in capital letters, it doesn't look right. Hey world, did I spell that wrong?
My weekend will consist of an eye appointment and no internet or phone. What my parents don't realize, however, is that they can't take my cell-phone away (because I'll be driving all next week to bandcamp) and that I'm the only one who can print out my Mom's work papers (I had to fix the printer). Thus, I get internet time claiming that I'm checking tech-support at HP's website. Pah. She just needs to change the ink cartridge (which I will do as soon as I'm done here).
See you when hell freezes over!
theparisian at 9:23 p.m.