Well, the parents are coming home... In 3 days.
And guess where I am? At Camille's, in Carp.
Gr, I need to get home, but apparently I have more work to be done tomorrow. I'm probably going to ask to go home tomorrow night when my chores are done. I still have 1 party left to host, and then I'm free to clean.
I am staining window frames here. It's an easy job, but I still have stain all over my hands. Hm, I hope if washes out or something.
I'm missing school, and I'm getting really worked up about not being home just this instant. Why am I finding it so difficult to relax? Bahhh, I wish I were in the comfort of my own home.
I will be soon though. I've been alive for nearly 17 years, one day won't kill me.
Oh fuck.
I just got reminded of my G2 test.
Time to run away and panic!
Found this on Stumbleupon, part of an article titled: "In a perfect world".
Oh this aswell is very funny:
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