Saturday, October 08, 2005
Ok, today exactly what you call a "great day"
Right, few thing that happened.
1. I got woken up, abruptly i might add, by my mom saying that it was late. I looked over to the clock and its was only ten-thirty in the morning. Now that's not late, its early. I usually wake up in the afternoon, eat lunch and bumm. Waking up at ten-thirty in the morning is like, all hell breaks loose.
2. My dad called back to ask me to clean the house up. I crazily said yes, and i didn't do it. I lazed around in my room and went on the computer(and got busted too) and practically just bummed! So, i was like in my bed and listening to Maroon 5 (Ryan Dusick is really radical, like on track 10, he plays like heaps good.) and my dad comes in with a colgate box-with the colgate in it, cos its like new and starts hitting me on my leg with it.
Daddy: "Did you do what i asked you to do?
Tammy: *SHIT* "Er...no." (I seriously totally forgot)
Daddy: "Why?"
Tammy: "I was watching tv."
Ok, don't wanna explain the rest, because i got a pissed and had to wash the frickin big front porch, AND, the super big living room. Seriously, the new house that we have now is really, really high maintainence. It gets so frickin dusty after like 1 week. (By this time, Tammy is like WHAT?!) I just recently cleaned it and i have to clean it again. PHWOAR. I'm very angry now.
So, after i cleaned-which took much dedication, so that i wouldn't "dissapoint" my dad, i went upstairs and started watching F4 and laughing my ass off. My dad got "woken" up from his I-ONLY-HAVE-THIS-TIME-TO-DO-WHATEVER-I-WANT-TO-DO sleep, apparently because of my sister and I-we laughed too loud. So, my dad- pissed and all, comes out and tries to find some fault in me.
Daddy: "I'm going to check now. Come."
Tammy: *Sigh* "Okay."
Daddy and Tammy walk down the stairs.
Daddy sees the underwear on the bench.
Daddy : "What's this?"
Tammy : "Its not mine, its someone elses. I didn't leave it there."
Daddy was obviously defeated, walks over to piano. Touches it and sees dust. Brings it to my face and i back down.
Daddy: "What's this? Do you want this on your face?"
Tammy: "Dust and i don't want it on my face."
Daddy: "THEN GO AND CLEAN IT UP!" (In a P-H-W-OA-R voice)
Tammy: "Fine..." *Rolls Eyes* (someone's aggro.Yeesh.)
So, for the rest of the day, i was cleaning up while my old man was sleeping. Fantastic right? But, ah, the dearness of Mikey cheers me up, now, let me be happy.
bye.
tammy bass-ed her way out
