New blog post! I was gonna do this in my sixth hour, but like everything and most people, the computer I was using desided to be a douche.

You know somethings wrong when you walk into your dad's house and see a bunch of dead stuffed things on the wall. My dad's living room/dining room is home to 3 dead stuffed deer, 2 dead stuffed pigs, and 2 dead fish. I almost vomited screamed and cried all at once. Plus my Carla lame friend lives in our basement again. Ew, he's so gross, and me and Kari have to share a bathroom with him. I wish Carla wasn't such a pussy. Maybe them he's say no. Grow a pair man! *beats head against wall*

In other news, I think I pissed my "friend" off again, but there's nothing new there.
Bleh, fuck my life.