Gweeee! Journal!

So yes, its about 10:49 and I have no plans to go to sleep. I have church but whatever. I don't haaave to shower. The pastor can stand my funk for one funkin' hour.

So today I moved some tables with Mr.Porcupine Garrett. Then we had a plastic spoon fight. I pwned. BURNING FINGERRRR~! Hell yeah!

I NEEDZ ME A TABLET.

At least a Bamboo Fun small. I'd sacrifice my ghey junky ghetto-ass mp3 player for it. Scanning shit is made of fail. D: My mom needs to write up her resume so she can get her middle-aged booty to work. Then we'll have Kate's college saved up, my truck, and more importantly: MY FOOKIN' BAMBOO FUN. It would blow to some extent. I'm used to having my mom at home when I get of teh short bus. And she'd be working hella long hours. D:

I'm a selfish pickled eucalyptus branch. You gives me Bamboo Fun, yes? Stereo is tree fiddy? You want watch? Want look gangster?... No, you no look gangster. [/old asian man in dc impression]