[align=center][size=9][b]~~...I know this so well...~~[/b]
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[b]~~...that it hurts...~~[/b][/size][/align]
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[b]~~...that it hurts...~~[/b][/size][/align]
~~...I know this so well...~~
A cold front's coming tomorrow! The high will be in the 60s! So this, I am happy about.
However, with cold fronts, come rain the day before.
This, not so happy about. As soon as I got off the bus, it started raining. My brother told me he was going to jump the wall in our neighborhood, but I told him I'd take the long way since it was just a heavy drizzle.
Oh. Oh ho ho. How wrong I was.
Because no more than 10 steps later, it starts POURING. And I have a good 5 minutes to walk home.
Before I had left my brother to continue walking, I told him that I may need help with my books when I get to the front door and could he please leave it unlocked for me.
So when no one's around in the neighborhood, after looking about cautiously, I decide to make a run for it.
No exaggeration here, but:
When I got under the cover of the front porch, it was like I had just went in the shower.
And my brother doesn't even let me in. He stands there looking out the window by the door at me, laughing his head off and pointing at me, while I'm looking like a drenched rat.
So I basically screamed at him to open the door. o_o
Anyways, I get changed, and come back out of my room not TWO MINUTES later, and it's not even raining. I was p.o.'d.
I screamed "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO THE RAIN"
to only provoke my brother into more laughing. -.-;
At this point, it's been an hour since that, and it's frickin' daylight out. Wtf. I mean seriously.
Ok, secondly is about this lady in my neighborhood who has a bit of a mental issue. Her daughter who is in her 30's use to live in this neighborhood and watch out for her and stuff.
This woman's mental issue is that she is extremely paranoid.
THIS IS NOT MY REAL STREET NAME, BUT...
I'll just make one up. Let's say my street name is "elm".
She wrote on her car "STOP THE ELM GROUP FROM HURTING ME"
Then on the other side wrote something about "SAVE ME FROM THE" couldn't read the rest.
My mom tried to call the daughter, but couldn't get a hold of her. Last time we had to call her daughter it was because the neighbors heard her screaming for some reason.
And she lives alone.
So the daughter told us next time something happens, call her, and they may call the police and have her put somewhere to be taken care of and watched over carefully.
And this is for Sammie:
PRETZELS FTW. rofl
~~...that it hurts...~~
A cold front's coming tomorrow! The high will be in the 60s! So this, I am happy about.
However, with cold fronts, come rain the day before.
This, not so happy about. As soon as I got off the bus, it started raining. My brother told me he was going to jump the wall in our neighborhood, but I told him I'd take the long way since it was just a heavy drizzle.
Oh. Oh ho ho. How wrong I was.
Because no more than 10 steps later, it starts POURING. And I have a good 5 minutes to walk home.
Before I had left my brother to continue walking, I told him that I may need help with my books when I get to the front door and could he please leave it unlocked for me.
So when no one's around in the neighborhood, after looking about cautiously, I decide to make a run for it.
No exaggeration here, but:
When I got under the cover of the front porch, it was like I had just went in the shower.
And my brother doesn't even let me in. He stands there looking out the window by the door at me, laughing his head off and pointing at me, while I'm looking like a drenched rat.
So I basically screamed at him to open the door. o_o
Anyways, I get changed, and come back out of my room not TWO MINUTES later, and it's not even raining. I was p.o.'d.
I screamed "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO THE RAIN"
to only provoke my brother into more laughing. -.-;
At this point, it's been an hour since that, and it's frickin' daylight out. Wtf. I mean seriously.
Ok, secondly is about this lady in my neighborhood who has a bit of a mental issue. Her daughter who is in her 30's use to live in this neighborhood and watch out for her and stuff.
This woman's mental issue is that she is extremely paranoid.
THIS IS NOT MY REAL STREET NAME, BUT...
I'll just make one up. Let's say my street name is "elm".
She wrote on her car "STOP THE ELM GROUP FROM HURTING ME"
Then on the other side wrote something about "SAVE ME FROM THE" couldn't read the rest.
My mom tried to call the daughter, but couldn't get a hold of her. Last time we had to call her daughter it was because the neighbors heard her screaming for some reason.
And she lives alone.
So the daughter told us next time something happens, call her, and they may call the police and have her put somewhere to be taken care of and watched over carefully.
And this is for Sammie:
PRETZELS FTW. rofl
~~...that it hurts...~~
