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7.14.2009
I'm grounded.
Sucks ass.
I cleaned my room from top to bottom yesterday. ALL DAY YESTERDAY!
It's totally re-arranged. Things are in different spots. Bed is made - sheets tucked in and all that jazz. Art supplies, drawings, sketches, paintings, writing and photos are all neatly organized in a filing folder I found, for easy access and. The only things left to do are to go through my clothes and get rid of the items I don't want anymore (fold and place the rest), tidy my desk and clean out the shit in my closet.
That's the only good thing about being grounded and having no contact with the outside world.
You get things done.
Aside from cleaning my room, I've also finished that Chuck Pahlanick book Kris allowed me to borrow. It was amazing. Once again, I've re-evaluated the world. It's shitty. I love it.
I have also managed to finish my resume (another one), and today I'm supposed to go out into town and distribute them to local businesses. This aught to be fun.
If you are wondering at all why the heck I'm posting on my blog while being grounded it's because I've permissionally-hijacked my sister's laptop. She has kindly allowed me to use it for brief periods of time. Thank you, Sarah. You are my lifesaver.
Because I went to Cranbrook to see Transformers 2, I am not only grounded, but my computer has been taken away and I am not sure where it has been put, nor do I know when I will get it back.
I am going to be using her laptop in the future, it seems. I think I'll probably hit up the local Library for new summer-reading books, and, now, Internet. It'll cost me money, about $2/hour, but it'll have to do.
Jenny, you should utilize my house's wireless capabilities and then let me use your Mac. ^^;
Now that I've told you what went down, I need to know what's going to happen.
There is no bloody way I'm spending all my time inside, during the summer, with no friends and no movies and no beach and no Jones.
It's like my father has taken away my Life Support options.
You guys need to drag me out of this Hell hole, understand?
Zoki, mom can't drive us to Calgary. I believe it's more important for me to go than to sit here. Take me with you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Are we having an all-nighter? I won't be able to attend all night (duh), but I'm sure I could sneak in for a couple of hours prior.
Anyone up for knocking on my window at 3am? I am all for nightly walks.
Are we seeing Harry Potter sometime? Please, let me know. I'm coming then, too.
JUST GET ME OUT OF HERE!
I don't care if I get in trouble. He can't keep me locked in my room forever.
Especially when both my windows don't have screens and are conveniently placed directly above my bed.