They were yelling at us with their Paris talk and they were like GET OUT and we were like make me! It was sweet.
(Source: bellecs, via fuckyeah1990s)
| Mike: | Hey Mom, so today in Mixing & Protools class we were - Mom. Mom? Are you listening? |
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| Mom: | Hmm? Wait, what about Mexican Protocols?! |
I was outside with Michael today and he was excited because he was telling me how he found a birds nest in one of our flower boxes and he wanted to show it to me. So we go up to the flower box and Mike sticks his face in the box and starts saying something like, “I think it’s somewhere over her-AARRGGGGHHHHHHHHH!” and all of the sudden the bird FLIES LIKE UNLEASHED HELL out of the nest at his face and Mike jumped like 5 feet in the air. Meanwhile, all I saw was a brown blur dart for his face and I stumble backwards yelling. The bird, roughly the size of a baseball lands about 3 yards away under the car and gives us the dirtiest look before flying away. The moral of the story is don’t get too excited about birds because they will make you shit your pants.
1 week ago - 
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1 Ok so today my Dad yelled at me to vacuum out the mouse crap in our Winnebago before we go camping this weekend. It needs a thorough cleaning. So with a sigh I hauled the vacuum across the street to where it was parked and began vacuuming every surface and cleaning “The German Way” which is just intense OCD cleaning. Then my dad came in while I was in the middle of it and yelled at me for not smiling while cleaning and acting like “Cinderella” which was weird as I hadn’t complained once and didn’t mind helping that much. Then, I had to bend over and clean inside a hollow chair and while I was bent over my dad poured a bit of his drink down the inside of the seat of my pants. So now I’m angry and laughing at the same time and trying to get out so I can change and my dad is blocking me saying first I need to finish cleaning up the mouse crap and hands me some paper towels to shove down the back of my pants. All the while I am thinking, “WHAT IS MY LIFE?!” and finally I break free and run to change my pants pulling out paper towels out of my underwear as I cross the street. It’s good to be home-but I hate wet underwear.
Infomercial(@ 1:27): “Plus, you’ll also receive the Crazy Critter. Just pay separate processing. Look, dogs everywhere go crazy for the plush stuffing Crazy Critter…”
Mike: “Yeah, that’s because it’s filled with methamphetamines…”
The Last Lovecraft: Relic of Cthulhu
Watching this crazy shit with Mike.
Next up: Todd and the Book of Pure Evil
Wow. I’ve never been much of an open trusting person so making close friends was always hard. I always felt the need to be constantly looking over my back. However, it is always a nice surprise when I get to meet people who don’t make me feel that way. Within the last month of college I met the most amazing group of people who made me laugh, cry, and love. And it is a shame that I wasn’t able to meet them earlier but certain things happen at certain points in your life for a reason. This small group of people quickly became my family away from home and my support group and I wouldn’t have it any other way. And although they graduated I can’t be sad because I know we’ll keep in touch and I can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of pride for them. If you told me a month ago that I was about to meet a group of people I would so quickly care so much about I wouldn’t have believe you because that would have been completely out of character. But life has a way of changing plans and proving you wrong and teaching you to love more. I wish them all the best and can’t wait to see them again.
Literally the first thing that happens when I get home and sit down in my room is Michael comes upstairs and drops his chicken nugget sandwich all over my luggage. HAGS. Now there is chicken nugget crumbs all over the floor.
| Me: | *dances around obnoxiously to annoy Michael while he is trying to do his homework* |
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| Mike: | Lise, stop dancing around like you have loose morals. |
Dear Alisa,
We’re so happy that you’re home for the summer. Now go clean your room because we dumped all your shit there while you were away. LOL hags.
Love, Mom & Dad
