Sitting at the table with Dad and Noah and watching Ellen Degeneres. Noah, as usual, is asking his dumbass questions with absolutely no point. Oh, but we love him anyway, don't we? Yes, we do. Sam is about five inches away from the television. Eating, too. Actually using a table this time. Considering the beautiful event earlier today where he sat on a 3.5 foot stool, legs slanting down towards the very-hard-wooden-floor, barely supporting the soon-to-be-smashed-ceramic-plate, that's impressive. Tables are amazing.
"I was holding it!" he cries.
"I saw you!" Dad countered. "Look at the angle of your legs! Look at them!"
At which he obligingly looks down and blushes profusely and snatches a very sturdy paper plate off the table. (Sigh. What he should have done in the first place, I think.) And Dad quickly sweeps up the millions of shards of the poor-smashed-ceramic-plate as we all rush out to see the ever-so-amazing The Pacifier just for the hell of it for $0.50 a person at the local cheap theater. Well, it was well worth $0.50. The worst thing ever.
My favourite part was when Vin Diesel blasts through the poor kid's door, the kid comes rushing out the bathroom and screams "WHAT-HAVE-YOU-DONE!?!?"
Genius acting.
So now Dad and I are about to attempt the never-before-done act of leaving the boys home alone for three hours while everyone is off at least half-an-hour away. Mom is at some "learn to build your own business" class which, according to everyone's hopes will result in a miraculous gush of money from nowhere for our family. I'm not too optimistic on this one. How many times have I seen this crap happen? Or not seen this crap happen, rather? (I've lost count.)
Dad and I were invited to this exclusive-by-invitation-only guitar songwriting thing tonight. We make the group into 4 people. So I feel special. Apparently, it's all due to our "easy to listen to voices" and "superb songwriting". Well, that makes me feel even more special. I guess I've lucked out a lot on all these exclusive invite things. Maybe one day when it's time for me to start paying bills daily it'll all come in handy. Of course it won't amount to nothing, because the experience is always awesome.
Atlanta Writer's Club is my favourite. That's tomorrow and it might be my last one before I leave for school! I'm getting a bit nervous about being so far from everyone, but I think the excitement by far outweighs it.
Ellen is dancing with Baywatch cast members now...just so you know, I've been facing very much away from the screen the entire time. I think that's all for now...nothing much else to say.
Damn ants are everywhere and Mom still won't clean the friggin table up from her mail shit. None of us are touching it, naturally. We'd be nuked to oblivion if we did. Well, that's really all I can think of now. More to come later!
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