Sorry that you keep having to scroll to see the picture in total. I would resize it, but after a good day of work, I'm too lazy.
Quote of the Day:
"I loathe the expression 'What makes him tick.' It is the American mind, looking for a simple and singular solution, that uses the foolish expression. A person not only ticks, he also chimes and strikes the hour, falls and breaks and has to be put together again, and sometimes stops like an electric clock in a thunderstorm."
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James Thurber (1894-1961)
So, I started cleaning the basement at noon. I ended at 5:00. There were 5 big black trashbags that I filled to the brim with junk that's left over in our house. I had pester my dad to make him put the boxes away because I'm simply not strong enough. And then, after hours and hours of my toil, and a now clean basement, my brother comes down and says, "You didn't do much. You just moved stuff around to make it seem clean," and walks back upstairs. The nerve!! Five trashbags!! Five!! And he goes and says I've done practically nothing. Humph. Next time, we'll have him clean the basement by his lonesome, and see how he does.
And on top of that, we have absolutely nothing to eat in this house.
Nothing. We have odds and ends, but nothing that'd really make a dinner, let alone for four people. And now they're saying that I have to make dinner. With what?! And my poor feet. Ah, I'll shut up and quite complaining now. At least I'm done, right?
Bwuahahaha! I found my lost Flute Book! It has all my Phantom of the Opera songs in it. I can play it now! It was lost in the deep recesses of our basement. How it got there, I'll never know...(Translation: She brought it down there, totally forgot about, and lost it in the process) -.-
Question:
1) What do you plan to do this Easter Weekend?
My answer: Horse-back ride on Saturday, then watch Adult Swim for my anime fix. They better have my anime up there rather than last time!! Sunday, gorge myself with Easter candy, be forced to watch an Easter Sunday sermon on T.V. because the parental units didn't wake up early enough to attend one on their own (happens every year) and somehow sneak my way back onto the computer halfway through the sermon.
Ciao!
Less Work, More Play!