Thursday, February 11, 2010

snow day numba 3!

IS STRUGGLIN'!!!!!!! I GOTTA LET YALL KNOW!


Dear Beloved Followers,
Sorry this took so long, my mom wanted me to read and she took the cord to the desktop.

Is it just me, or is it when you have so many snow days even your parents are like you gotta get the hell outta my house. My parents are sooo crazy and funny sometimes. My mom was like your black behind has got to get out of my house. hahaha. I saw Caleb Rau running cuz he is apart of that cult called XC. I keep it 100% here and yes, it is a cult. Anyways you know its time to do something different when your conversations on AIM get boring with people who you usually have fun talking to i.e. Jessica Moody, Shes funny, but ain't nothin poppin off to talk about. Sorry if i bother you too missus.

Yesterday I wen to the Shropshire's and we were chillin and then Sarah Bergman came over nd then we all went on a trek to da Co-Op. It was closed but her dad got us the hook up. Haha. Fast forward 2 1/2 hours walking in the blizzard. We end up at Riley Tarver's house and low and behold Iris Williamson is there as well. We peace out and go back to T-Rex's house and get warm and wait for those two to journey over. Then when they finally arrived, shit popped off. I started telling Theresa how horrible of a person she is because she and Dom broke up and quite a few people agreed with my statement.

Oh and for further notice, here is a disclaimer: IF YOU GO OVER TO THE SHROPSHIRES', DON'T GO THERE HUNGRY AND DON'T EXPECT FOOD, THERE WILL BE NONE, BRING FOOD TO CONSUME. I end up feeding them and them I mean Sam and Theresa.

Back on track,,,,,,,At 7'oclock eastern timeish the Turner Household lost all power. Mis padres wanted that Yo y el Hermano returno to the casa. I rebelled by calling the house severval times with threats to call child services. In the end, they pleaded defeat. HAHAHAH. juuust kidding. They were like deuces. Fast forward several hours later. At 11:30 Post Meridan Time on the East Coast of the United States of America, in Philadelphia P.A., the inhabitants of 6601 Wissahickon Ave., decided to do something absolutely CRACK HEADISH. They, meaning my father, drove to my location and hit up Alexander's Cellular and said "Get your a**'s into this d*mn car, People are trying to get by me" utterly dazed and confused, we said our deuces to Riley, Iris, T-Rex, Sarah and Sam and left. WHO PICKS UP SOMEONE AT 11:30 AT NIGHT WHEN THEY ARE CHILLIN WITH PEOPLE. AUNT DIANE AND UNCLE KENNY COULD HAVE BEEN ALSEEP. I COULD BE ALSEEP. why interrupt my chilling, to pick me up when you could do it in the morning when its safer. Then we got stuck in a snow bank and then he drove like a lil bitch the whole way back. SHIT. Way to fuck up my night. But i got home and ate some food cause there is no shropshires food in the house. jajaja (my lil spanish laugh).

daggone...


What a night.
What a today.
What a blog.

More to come tomorrow if my mom doesn't take the computer cord, again.

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DEUCES,
have a great snowday and 7 day weekend errybody.
JT



(using all those patters were labor intensive. notice the JT in spring like colors because I want this winter to be over.)

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