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Saturday, July 29, 2006

Ooh...we finally got caller id! Yeah, we live in the past :D. This is awesome though, because now I can ignore calls from people I don't want to talk to! Like KAREN who's been calling for FIFTEEN THOUSAND YEARS every single day looking for my parents. Okay, she calls at the same time, every day, and every day I tell her that my parents aren't home UNTIL 5. Yet she calls at like 11 in the freaking morning and it pisses me off. ARGH!

My sister and her dog were here which means I had to babysit the stupid thing for 5 hours. Yay. And of course she freaks out if she can't see it 24/7, so I have to run outside and confirm that yes, they're under the house. AGAIN. UGH. Lol that's a fun word. Me caveman.

Yeah and everyone friggin' had their party YESTERDAY and I wasn't invited. That deserves an 'argh'. They probaby couldn't get a hold of me or forgot or something, but it still pisses me off because I TOLD AMBER that I was coming when she INVITED ME, and that I would have to cancel my plans with my sister. If you weren't going to f***ing call me, don't invite me! And she better not say she couldn't get a hold of me because our caller id says that her numbers never called, and I'm home all the f-ing time. ARGGGGGGH!!! That's right, 6 G's. I know I shouldn't let it get to me, but it kind of hurts my feelings. Oh well, I show my hurt in mindless rage XD. Seriously, I really would like to stab Amber with these dull colored pencils in front of me right now. You can't make plans with Amber ever-it just doesn't work. She's probably not coming up north with us either, knowing her. Something will come up and she won't make it. Oh well, my sister is going so it's going to rock no matter what :D

I saw a bunch of commercials for Foster's last night with Mac half naked in Army pants and a red bandana, and he's like "Alright, it's party time!". That's MY phrase! So I watched the whole freaking episode and that part WASN'T EVEN IN THERE!!!!! Fuel for the fire man, fuel for the fire.

Well, that really did help me vent anywho. *phew*. Diaries ARE a good idea! Er..I mean blogs, of course. *shifty glance* ;) Besides, how can I stay mad when I'm listening to the cutest song EVARRR!!! It's by this Japanese boy band called Arashi, and the song is Kitto Daijoubu. ME LOVE! 'Daijoubu' basically means 'it's okay', but I don't know what the hell 'kitto' means. Oh well. Hehehee!!!