June 09, 2002 :: 10:46 a.m.
yadda yadda yadda and a quiz
My brother is such a moron. That's all I'm saying. I just want to put him in a box and ship him off to a particularly mean bunch of Mongolian slave traders. Is that so wrong? No. No, it's not. If you possessed my temperament and lived with my brother, you'd feel exactly the same way. I'm easily irritated, and his entire nature is irritating, so... bah. Shut up, Mason. Stop talking. No one cares. I don't, anyway.
I'm supposed to go see Adam (brother) today with my mom, Adam's girlfriend, Carly, and her little girl. But now Mason's home, and he wants to go, so I might have to stay home. I mean, I wouldn't have to stay home, I could put up a fuss and bitch about it, but I'm going to see him tomorrow anyway, so it's not worth it. I think that only a certain number of people can go at once, and with Mason there'd be five of us, which might be more than is permitted - that's why I'd have to stay home. Just for clarification.
Hmm. Adam and I are going to take a little day-trip somewhere this week, to Baltimore or someplace. I want to take him up to Bushkill Falls, but it may be a bit too far away. It's like... 150 miles each way, according to *dun dun duuun* MapQuest. About five hours in the car, total. We could do it, definitely, but I'll have to see if he's up for driving that far. Or being in the car that long, rather, because I'll be doing the driving. I really want to take him, though; it's such a cool place. Go see! The last time I was there, Mason got lost in the woods. Ha ha. My mom and dad stayed to look for him and I went back to the car to read. Insensitive and harsh of me? Nah. The little bastard shouldn't have gone off the trail by himself in the first place.
I hate wearing sunscreen. It's all greasy and shit, even the supposedly "non-comodogenic" ones that don't clog your pores. I have it on my arms, neck, and cheeks because I do not wish to be burned any further, but seriously, it's gross. I feel like I'm covered in Crisco or something. Ugh.
Now then, I don't have much more to say, so it's on to quiz time (link from Amanda's diary).
which poe song are you?
Ba da pa pa.
back & forth
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