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[Dec. 12th, 2004|02:12 pm] |
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I orginally made this just to look at Ali's livejournal, but she doesn't have one anymore I guess. So let me tell you about how gay my parents are.
Well, last night Latine decided to tell us that we were going to be greeters at the 8 am church service today. Naturally, he didn't tell us until the night before because he knew no one would go. Anyways, he wakes me up at like 6:45 a.m. I was pissed, so I just went back to bed. He comes back in at like 7:30 and makes me get up. Well, I mos def had nothing to wear, since half of my clothes are at school. Megan was sportin' her sweet new outfit from Meijer, and Bic had on an outfit consisting of all dirty/un-ironed clothes. I didn't feel that the bar was set very high for me, so I decided that I would just wear some jeans and this sweet shirt I got yesterday from Hollister. So since Barb is kind of "sweet", I can't find my coat anywhere, so I have to settle for one that is too small for me.
So Barb starts bitching at me that I am not dressed up enough. I really don't care, but I let her know that God doesn't judge people on what they wear to church, and then she sort of shutup. Then she starts yelling at me about my hair. "Aren't you even going to do your hair?! If my hair looked like that, I would want to do it!" I answered her with, "Well Barb, if I looked like you, I would want to die." (Even though I am told I resemble her, it still seemed like the right thing to say at that point.)
So Latine gets the great idea that we all need to drive in one car. How exciting it was to be in the backseat with Bic and Megan. I felt bad for Bic though, since he had to sit bitch. It was quite classic witnessing Barb try to back out of the driveway. The snow was making that crunching noise under her tires, and for the life of her she could not figure out what this "crazy noise" was. She was like "JERRY! Jerry what is that? Am I running something over? Am I hitting something?! blahh Im Barb." So after she found out that it was in fact snow, (because she apparently has never experienced driving in snow before) we were on our way to church. Barb bitched at Bic for the way he parked the woody on the street, probably because she is perfect at everything, driving included.
So we get to church and no lie, there are 4 people there besides us. All this time I am wondering to myself why I am awake. Our family looks like absolute shit because we are all so pissed at Latine that we didn't even make any attempt to get ready. So a few people start coming in and we shake their hands, whatever. So of course we end up seeing some of our old teachers from grade school, which in turn brought back terrible memories of having to go to Immanuel. Ron Hauser (the 7th grade teacher) decided to give us an extended forecast that he had heard on talk-radio on the way to church. Barb was giving us a lecture every 2 seconds about how we had to wash our hands before we ate anything because all these people have germs. At this point, I was hoping that someone would just come into the church and shoot me. I am sure everyone was wondering who we were, since we haven't been to church since May.
Anyways, the service started. I think Megan was the only one who actually participated. (most likely because she felt sweet in her sexxay new outfit) After an hour of pain, we tried to leave, but Barb (who probably was largely influenced by megan) decided to hit up the bake sale. Why, we do not know, since there was like no good food there. Barb bought some nasty cookies and we finally left. When we got in the car, Latine suggested that Bic make everyone breakfast, but then we made Latine take us to McDonald's. We came home, went back to bed, and then I woke up. Then I wrote this. The end. |
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[Aug. 14th, 2004|02:17 am] |
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the only reason I made this was so I can read ali's journal. |
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