Burn, baby burn.

All right, this is a totally new low, even for me, but then again, we all have our moments.

SO. Last night, me, my mom, and my loving, *cough!* sympathetic, *choke!* siblings decided to enjoy a nice meal of pasta, garlic bread, and salad on the deck...by candle light. Now, that should have been a heads-up, for me and my...clumsiness. Anyway, after we were done eating, my two siblings went to the neighbor children's house to play...football...I think. My mom and I cleared the table, and then we decided to play cards on the deck.

Then, my brothers came home. We were playing a 2-4 player game, so we quickly made room for them, moved candles around, etc. I had a candle in front of me, so I could see my hand of cards. I leaned over to draw for my turn, and...well...I smell something burning. I look down, thinking it's the drawcord of my sweatshirt, and lo and behold, my hait was on fire!!!

Luckily school hasn't started yet for me, hmmm...?

And on this cheery note, I take my leave: DON'T LEAN OVER FIRE WHEN YOUR SOMEWHAT LONG HAIR IS LOOSE!!!

Peace out,
-Em

School starts soon, people.

August. There are posters dangling from the ceilings in Target, Wal-Mart, Meijer, you name it. There are kids in the malls, spending $200 of their parent's money in the malls, three days in a row, all on clothes. The stores all have crayons in the 120 boxes. Like, seriously, who would bring THAT MANY crayons to school. They'd get stolen in, like, a month. The glue is being sold, four for a dollar, and the teacher stores probably bring in $10,000 a night. gahhh, this is so...grrrrrr

Seriously, I'm probably going to end up wearing all of my "retard shirts,"as my friend calls them. And the same pair of jeans each week. No joke. But I LOVE my "retard shirts" and my jeans. Even though I need a new pair. To the mall, later. possibly today, instead of at 12:31. Except maybe a lot closer to noon.

And, of course, with my procrastinating skills, I'm going to be in the stores until the security gurards throw me out when the store closes on the last day of summer break.

Anyway...Rant over...

peace out,
-Em