Thursday 19 July 2012

Transmission Dissapoints

Hmmmmmm, where do I begin, after I spent my whole day on the computer yesterday, watching shows, creeping videos. I get a call from my mother saying: "Sorry hunnie, I'm gonna be late coming home, the car died, and grandpa has to pick me up." Yes, typical for our household, of course we can't afford to just go out and buy a new car, so we are stuck using my grandpas 13 year old toyota chevrolet or whatever, but its this little old grandpa car, that now we have to drive around in. What did we do to deserve this? My mother will ask, and she still doesn't know the answer after years of asking it.
As I sit here watching 'Dear John', crying as he gets shot, I'm trying to think up an answer myself for that question, the best I can come up with, is bad luck, we get the pee dogs, we get the broken toilets, we get the problem car, we get the cat with diabetes, and I could go on!! So yup, I guess the best answer I can think of for all this, is just plain ol' bad luck.
-Sarah

Wednesday 18 July 2012

Sleep Deprived and Bored


Well as you know I'm a 12 year old girl, so when a 12 year old girl is at home, left alone for the day (cause my mother is at work), she can't go outside to say, the park, she can't drive herself over to a friends house, she can't cook anything to eat, so its a sandwich or cheese and crackers... Yum... So, practically since I am very low brained for thinking up activities to do at home, I'm left to my precious computer... All day. Yes that means Youtube all day, Blogger all day, Stardoll all day. Yup preeety boring. And even though I said I'm home alone. I'm not. My 15 year old sister is home alone, but all SHE wants to do is sit in her room closed up watching movies, or playing sims. If I step one foot into her room, I get the boot, screamed at, and shunned for the day... As you can see, being home alone isn't at all what people think if your a 12 year old... It's hard. Especially when you have to repeat this cycle for 2 weeks... That means if I get invited to a friends house, my grandpa has to drive me... The whole car ride is him turning around and going on about how the street signs are confusing. So thats wha ta normal summer day is like when I'm left to fend for myself.
-Sarah