What's kickin', angels?
Yeah, I skipped posting yesterday, but not that much went on yesterday, so I thought I'd put today and yesterday's experiences together. Hence the name, Lump Sum.
I guess I'll start from the beginning, as always.
When I woke up on Friday morning, it was peaceful and nobody was home except me. :) Those are always my favorite days. I can do pretty much whatever I want and nobody knows.
I made myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and some Nesquik milk. It was so good! Not to mention, watching Tosh.0 with it makes it even better. :) I love Tosh.
Next, it's time to work. I had to clean my room because it was a fucking mess. It looked like a small tornado passed through. That always happens to me, dammit!
I was planning on putting new sheets on my bed, so I stripped the old ones off, but then I got side-tracked and forgot about that. I did have to clean up the damn kitchen, full of dishes that weren't mine! I hate when they leave a mess for me and just expect me to clean it up. It's funny how I say that, but clean it up anyway because I'm a good child.
I mowed the lawn too! I'm so pro. Haha, I earned six dollars mowing my section of the yard. It took about an hour. Six dollars an hour. That's below minimum wage! I'm telling!
The one blessing I had was that the gas tank was empty, but I checked it before I left the shed, so I was able to refill the tank before it could strand me on a hill. That always happens. The container with the gas in it wasn't even that full so I could actually lift it without making a mess. That made my life considerably easy.
Watching my dog sprint across the yard is so funny. I really wish I could run that fast. He just has so much energy. Why can't I have some of that energy so I can run around and feel like I'm flying?
Next, cleaning the bathroom. It wasn't that bad since I had cleaned it not too long ago. I was proud of myself for not letting it fall into the category of DISGUSTING before deciding to clean it. Plus, I wanted to use my cupcake bath bomb from Belle Amie, so I wanted a clean tub.
My shower rug is still wet from the incident on Tuesday. Fuck my life.
My mom told me that I should be putting masks on my hair to keep it in good health, so I thought I'd use the Ojon oil restorative hair mask I got from Sephora a while ago. It must have been a considerable amount of time, because it looks so gross when I opened it. NOT USING THAT!
So I looked up a recipe for a homemade hair mask. I thought it couldn't be too hard. I mixed the milk, oatmeal, almond extract, and olive oil together. It seemed a little, not the right texture, so I heated it up in the microwave for a little bit. That seemed better.
I put it in my hair, and the oatmeal proceeded to get everywhere. The rest of the paste went on my hair easily, but whoever thought oatmeal was a good idea, WAS WRONG!
I had to wrap my head in Saran Wrap to get it to stop falling off. My nice and clean sink was now covered in oatmeal. Nice. I put a headband on my head to keep the Saran wrap on, then stripped down to soak with my cupcake bath bomb while my head soaked in oatmeal extracts or whatever.
I didn't realize how long it took to fill up a bathtub...
LATER: The bath bomb was so cute! And the bottom fizzed and made bubbles! It was fun! I shaved my legs and exfoliated with the remaining part of the bath bomb, the icing. It was cool.
I had to shower after that to get the oatmeal out of my hair. It was crazy. There were piles of oatmeal all in the bottom of the shower. Gross, right? I had to sweep all of it down the drain with my hands. At least the shower was clean. I was thanking myself.
Now, the results of my hair mask. My hair was really greasy in some places, and dry in others. I curled my hair to hide the damage and sprayed some dry shampoo on the oily spots. Apparently, it takes two coats of shampoo to take out ALL the mask. I didn't know. Next time, I'll do that.
At least my hair was curled. I like when my hair is curled. I cleaned all the floors after that. Accomplishment, yes!
Next, I had to finish a chapter for my Fan Fiction story. Ahhh, I didn't know people would want updates so quickly! So much pressure! I had one half written though, thank God. I managed to write an acceptable ending.
I had my lunch/dinner at 4. It was leftover night, so I could eat whenever I wanted, okay? I had a hamburger and potato wedges. It was yummy in my tummy. :) Not to mention, I got to nibble on my chocolate Easter bunny for a while.
My mom called while I was on the computer to tell me to get up to the end of the street so we could go to Good Friday service. I quick came up with a cute outfit: Floral shorts, cream sweater, leather jacket, wedges. BAM!
I rode my bike up 3/4 of the street, ditched my bike in the woods, and walked to the end. She showed up about two minutes later. I was pretty good with the timing, I have to say.
She told me not to text during church, but come on, I love my Antoine. I'll do what I want. But he was at Nick's house, practicing for the talent show, so he couldn't really talk anyway.
My pastor made me light the candles, which I never do anymore because the young kids are supposed to. None of them came yesterday, so I got the job. When he was preaching about Easter and Passover, all I could think of was the newest South Park episode about the Jewpacabra and the Passover dream that Cartman had. I tried so hard not to laugh during the somber sermon.
My mom said that I shouldn't blow bubbles with my gum during church, but I can't really help it. It's an unconscious thing that I do. I don't even notice half the time.
The pianist played one of the songs that I have in my repertoire for church service playing. Jesus, Keep Me Near the Cross. That's my song, bro!
When we got home, my brother had arrived from Purdue. He was ticked for awhile about coming back, but my mom made him some shots and soon he didn't care anymore. I sat on the floor eating popcorn while they talked, but eventually my mom had to go to bed, so it was just me and him. I convinced him to watch an old South Park with me. We watched Damien, the one about how the devil's son comes up on Earth. It was pretty good. I got him to watch the Margaritaville one too. It was fun.
I thought it was time for bed, but he ended up camping in my room for like two hours while I texted Anthony and sorted through my newly printed pictures. Eventually, I was curled up in bed and he had to leave. It was like one o'clock in the morning. Yeah, it's sleepy time.
THE NEXT DAY...
My mother woke me up at nine to tell me that I was going to the grocery store with her. Nice.
Shower, makeup, gay outfit because I have no clothing, blow dry hair, ready to go! Yeah, I'm fast, angels.
I munched on a peanut butter and Nutella sandwich while my brother got ready. I like peanut butter, if you hadn't noticed already.
They made me drive all the way to the store, which is like a half hour. Not too bad, but still a pain.
Once we get there, it takes like two hours to get through the whole store. Nobody ever wants to come with us because we just meander and pick out yummy things.
I'm the one that gets sent on random runs through the aisles to pick up miscellaneous items that we missed or that aren't really a necessity. Fun, right? Actually, it's not bad because I get to dodge people. There were SO MANY people there today! It blew my mind. I didn't know how crazy the day before Easter really is. It didn't seem like any of the stock was depleted though, except the book section because I was looking for Mockingjay and they didn't have it. Who doesn't have the Hunger Games final book? FOOLS!
The bagger for our cash register took all the time in the world to bag our shit. Guess how much we bought? 440 dollars worth of food. Yeah, it's a lot. I wonder how we'd not broke or something. That's a lot of brand name food.
They made me drive back too, but we stopped at a liquor store because my mom and brother wanted more alcohol. They're so weird. I was sitting in the car when I got a text from Chrisi that I had to go to Megan's for talent show practice at two. It was one thirty. And i was like five minutes from her house. I called her house. She wasn't home. I texted Chrisi. Chrisi was on her way there. Decision made. I'm going to show up.
So I did. I showed up there. Turns out, Megan got home. Ta-da! She didn't call me back. Bitch! :P Doesn't matter, I was there. My brother threw my jacket on the ground like a meanie. But he's my brother so I let him without beating him up.
We ended up chilling in her room for a half hour while we waited for Sarah to show up. Then, harmonies fell into place. It took awhile and my piano awesomeness to pluck it out, but we got it. :) Then, I messed around on her piano until she told us to go out onto the balcony and talk.
We talked out there for about fifteen minutes until my brother showed up to take me home. That means emo music. Anthony bought a Nintendo 64, and when I go over there tomorrow, I get to play it, maybe. His family is coming over and I'm scared. I can't talk right with his immediate family, let alone a bunch of his relatives! OH GOD! I'm going to really have to put on a fake face. And try not to offend anybody. Which is hard, because it's me.
Wish me luck, angels. Wish me luck.
Bt dubs, my hair is super soft today. Maybe the mask worked after all...
Quote of the day: "I hope you don't talk about me behind my back that way."
Of course not ;)
You know you love me, so don't even try to deny it.
-Kiki
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