Tuesday, January 18, 2005
This is going to be very rambly but bare with me...I have no one to talk to and I don't feel like studying right now. This weekend Tony helped me rearange my room, and I mean MY room, there is no trace of anyone else in my room. We took out the extra bed and put that in Tony's room so now Tony and Cody have their own, mum has the living room and I have my own room. Took down Tony's posters...etc. Never in my life have I actually had my own room and it's been my own room. When my parents were married, and me and Tony had our "own rooms" we'd still take turns sleeping in the same room. And we'd have each other's stuff in our room, we were weird, I know. But now that i'm older, I have my own room, and I have so much space in here now! I can actually dance around my room and not break anything, not that I dance around my room, but if I wanted I have room to do so.
Rearanging was pretty interesting! My room usually always has spiders to begin with, but with moving stuff we found a few more, lol! The first one was on this old crate of movies in the corner and I scream and tell Tony and point to it but he didn't see it so it "got away", mom comes in cause of my yelling, still didn't find it...he later told me he found it and killed it, although I think he just said that to make me feel better. THEN, i'm vacuming up where we just moved stuff and there's a dust spider on the vaccum, yes ON it, how can i get it if it's on it?! So I scream bloody murder cause i'm panicking, nothing to squash it with, Grandma was over visiting and she ran in, Tony following her rolling his eyes asking where it is(he knows me so well, lol)....glad grandma was here cause she saw it and squashed it.(::note to self:: quit being a hillbillie and put shoes on when rearanging and cleaning your room so you can squash the spiders, dumbass) Why am I telling you about the spiders? Because my family was getting used to me yelling for them everytime I saw one, and later when my spaz ass self was moving my Stereo stand, I forgot that I had put a glass dish thingy for a candle on the bottom of it and it shattered. Which I STILL can't wrap my head around because it only fell maybe 3 inches from the ground, i've dropped things from 3 feet off the ground and it doesn't break. So anyways, i'm moving the stand and all of a sudden the thing falls and shatters, and I mean Shatters, there were little shards of glass all over my room, so I'm standing there, my feet covered in glass(cause yes I was barefoot...i'm sure i'm sorry) And I'm just looking down at my feet, in awe that a) it broke b) i'm standing in it. Then I notice that i'm bleeding in several places, so right away I yell for help and my mom tells me to just kill it once on my own...blah...blah...So i'm yelling back that i'm covered in glass...etc. She tries to come in and help me yet she's barefoot, and I don't dare move because I don't want glass in the bottom of my foot, lol. So I spent the rest of the evening finding glass all over my room, finally have it all cleaned up. And my cuts are healing up pretty nicely. I've never in my life been cut by broken glass before, man is it not fun. :(
So now i'm sitting right here, enjoying my new room with alot of space. I've never had this much space, and it's wonderful!
Crap I have to get going, mum just got home.
Marie @ 4:57 PM