|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
CIMSomebody
Noob
Posts: 27
|
|
« Reply #20 on: 5 December 2007, 04:18:09 » |
|
Today. . . sucked. Okay, so like. First, I woke up to the heater repair man knocking on my door loudly after I'd only had a few hours of sleep. My parents apparently forgot to inform me that he was coming at such and such a time, and that I had to deal with him. |: I was not happy. Went back to bed for a few hours. Woke up again, because I had a dental appointment! Mom didn't tell me about that one either, haha. I got 3 of my teeth filled. I can't talk, I can't feel half of my freaking mouth. I can't eat and I can't taste. Urgh! After my appointment my mom bought me stuff. Good point of my day. But as we were leaving the mall, some retarded woman on her cellphone turning when she had no right of way. She got hit by another car, right in front of mine. She was obviously okay, because she was still talking on her goddamned cellphone with whomever. The people in the other car were okay, but at first I couldn't tell. The whole windscreen was cracked and I couldn't see them, but they got out. But this stupid bitch on her cellphone. . . her car was smoking and she just sat there, chatting away with whomever it was. I knocked on her window, waved at her for attention. STILL talking on the cellphone. I got pissed. I opened the woman's car door, said, "you need to get out because your car might catch fire." She did, but she didn't get off her cellphone. I immediately started ranting to her about how she could have killed someone, and talking on the cellphone while driving is ridiculous but she WAS STILL ON HER CELLPHONE. I was livid so I just grabbed her cellphone from her. "Hello who is this?" "Uhh. This is Jessica." "Yeah, well, good job Jessica. Your friend could have killed someone because she was talking to you. It's time to end this conversation and call 911 like a mature person. Bye." Then I dialed 911, gave the phone back and told her to have a nice #####ing night, talked to the people from the other car and then went home. Jesus christ on a mother#####ing tricycle. Do people these days get any more stupid? *sigh* Now, I'm home. . . hungry. And I can't eat because of my damn teeth. I loved my day.
|
|
|
Logged
|
We all deserve to die. Even you, Mrs Lovette, even I.
|
|
|
|
|
|
CIMSomebody
Noob
Posts: 27
|
|
« Reply #24 on: 5 December 2007, 04:29:42 » |
|
afdlgkjadfgaurgn! I just can't stand when people are so dumb. She was only going like 15 mph when she got hit, while the person with the right of way was going around 50. They were hurt a lot more than her, and she was too busy on her cellphone to say SORRY. Or to even call 911 and inform them there was a crash. It's people like that that make me terrified of driving. It doesn't matter how well I drive, there's always going to be some idiot who can mess things up. I hope she gets her license taken away.
|
|
|
Logged
|
We all deserve to die. Even you, Mrs Lovette, even I.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Edgecrusher
Super Robot
Posts: 1371
|
|
« Reply #28 on: 6 December 2007, 01:58:22 » |
|
Today I studied, went to class, studied, had lunch, studied, finished the first season of Dexter, went to Barnes & Noble and bought all 3 books in the "Dexter" series, studied, and here I am.
|
|
|
Logged
|
No more pencils, No more books I built a city out' one brick, it had a Mayor and a Crook I made the Crook stab the Mayor, then slay himself in the guilt I stole the brick back and migrated east, now let's build.
|
|
|
|
ChaosVortex
Super Robot
Posts: 5638
|
|
« Reply #30 on: 6 December 2007, 20:47:45 » |
|
My day was great. I went on a school field trip that skipped all my blocks. I went to Daytona USA where I took a trolley tour around the race-track, watched a 3D NASCAR movie, ate lunch, and rode a NASCAR simulator game. I drove backwards on the track, driving the Kellogs car (#5 I believe), ramming into anything that moved.
On the way back to school, I saw a hilarious scene with a cop pulling over an old lady on her whatchamacallit (motorized shopping cart thing). My whole school day was at Daytona USA, and on the way home, my friend had to get off at a different bus stop because his own bus stop was now a crime scene. Apparently, someone found a bag filled with body parts.
Twas was pretty interesting.
|
|
|
Logged
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
CIMSomebody
Noob
Posts: 27
|
|
« Reply #38 on: 8 December 2007, 08:53:22 » |
|
Today was awesome. It was full of; Trauma Center Queer as Folk and BLTs. Now I have a headache though. :\ If it's still here when I wake up I'll be pissed.
|
|
|
Logged
|
We all deserve to die. Even you, Mrs Lovette, even I.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Vinchenz Rock
Super Robot
Posts: 3642
|
|
« Reply #42 on: 8 December 2007, 19:33:53 » |
|
When I awoken this morning, I realized I was inside my Nanni's house. I remembered that I slept here last night so of course I'd awaken here. I checked the clock beside me and it said 12:33. I decided to get up and have some brunch.
I entered the kitchen and I saw my Nanni watching TV. The living room is right beside the kitchen. My Nanni has always loved watching movies on TV ever since she came here from Italy.
I entered the fridge and took out four pieces of sliced bread. I put two of the pieces in my Nanni's toaster. I then got some coffee that my Nanni made and poured some into a mug I found in the cupboard. I only filled half of the mug with coffee an I poured the other half with milk. Since the milk cooled down the coffee I decided to put it in the microwave to warm it up again.
The first pair of toast was done. I took them out and laid it on the counter. I then grabbed the other pair of bread and set it in the toaster. I started to put a little butter on one piece of the finished toast and peanut butter on the other finished toast. I stuck them together and then I cut them in half, corner to corner.
By this time my coffee was done in the microwave but since I wasn't done with making my toast I decided to leave it in there in hopes that the already warmed microwave will keep the coffee warm.
I grabbed a plat and put the toast I finished making on it. Now the other pair of toasted bread was done so I did the same thing I described above to them. After that I put them on the plate. I didn't want to make too much of a mess so that's the reason why I grabbed the plate in the first place.
Since my toast was done I decided to set the table up for myself. I grabbed a napkin from the counter and put it on the table. The table is in the kitchen, by the way. I then picked up the plat and set it on the left side of the napkin. I then wiped all of the crumbs that I left on the counter.
After this was all done, I went for the microwave to grab my hopefully warm coffee. As I opened the microwave my mom got scared, she said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air!"
I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I can say this cab is rare but I thought "Now forget it; Yo homes to Bel Air!"
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie "Yo homes, smell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there: To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.
|
|
|
Logged
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|