My well meaning but whiney mother...she insisted I needed a new case for my tablet (the one she got was too small anyway) and then she was trying to tell me I couldn't take it anywhere except our kabine which wouldn't have wifi in the first place.
my uncle insists that i go out to the barn(iim at my Home in the Britain countryside i live in america but im visiting here)and work on my fencing even though i did that on saturday! his and my parents incessant buzzing is starting to drive me mad! i can't wait till the Tag they realize that i want to be a writer. they will most assuredly die of shame :( but hey, at least i wont have to fence anymore :)
I got this mirror for Christmas, and my dad decided to put it on my Wand while I was sleeping. In the wrong place. Right where I didn't want it to go. It's seriously bothering me, because it's crammed into this little corner, and there's a huge blank Weltraum where it should have been. Why couldn't it have been there? Oh, and it's crooked. And I keep expecting Bloody Mary to pop out of it, cause I still haven't had outgrown my irrational fear of mirrors.
That there is so many people here! Its fun,but sometimes Du want to have your own private "bubble".There's a body everywhere Du look,everywhere u go,you cant even lift your foot because you'll find somebody under there oder when Du put it down again somebody else's foot is in your foot's spot. Du cant even be alone under your own bed.I found a cool spot with a tv in the attic,so i went down to get candybar so i can come back and chill-and when i got back up, 20 butts had materialised out of thin air and were piled on a three-sitter and looking at me like the couch was already two butts too many.