As a writer, I should probably write more often. I mean, writing is kind of my passion and recently, I haven't any time at all just to get it all out and I have a lot to say. Not to mention, it's a bit. So let's start off with this and work my way up a bit.
Well, after returning from Barnes and Nobles, all I want to do is pee and then go to sleep. However, I was awaken by a god-awful smell in my bedroom. What was it? All over my room, there was dog pee, dog poo, loose/wet dog poo, dog vomit, and some other unidentified type of only lord knows what. It was just sickening and I literally wanted to cry. I put my dog outside after I realized what she really had done so I ended up having the clean all of that crap up.
I could not sleep in my room so my dad waits until I decide to go sleep on the couch, move all my stuff in there, and start to sleep to wake me up and tell me to leave because he wants to have that room in the morning. Seriously? Then my mom takes back her word, agrees with him and I have to go back to my funky room because he wants that tv in the morning and that room to change and my mom doesn't want him to be in the room with her to wake her up. I was actually more comfortable on the couch than on my bed. Eventually they just kept bugging me until I moved. Then fussed at me on the way back to my room. It sucked. I was highly upset.
