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walmartparkinglotI fell asleep listening to From Under The Cork Tree, and I only found this out because I found my earbuds in my cover when I got up at 5:50 a.m.
Other than that, and me finishing the most recent chapter of the My Chem Fast and Furious fanfic (we ended with Frank getting ready for his trip back to NJ for his grandpa's funeral), not much else happened today. I wore my beanie today, too, but that's it. Also, I'd like to add this bit of info to this entry because I forgot to add it to Thursday's, but the main reason my siblings and I didn't go to my dad's store is because he told my sister that she needed to get her teeth filed down so they'd be even.
The whole thing started when my sister was talking about this vampire character she likes, and my dad wanted to see if we have fangs or something. He said that I did because the canines in the bottom row of my mouth are pretty sharp. My sister told my mom about it, not in some kind of 'dad said this! go beat his ass!' way, but just in a casual way. My mom seemed upset about it and asked my dad about it, I forgot what he said, but it's one of the reasons we can't go to my dad's store on the weekends. Also, she said we 'eat stupidly' at his store: it's because I was eating M&Ms and Jolly Ranchers (I only ate the Jolly Ranchers because Marko 72 said he liked them), and she only found out about the Jolly Ranchers because I popped one into my mouth on my way out of the store.
If I'm being completely honest, I'm not too torn up about it. My dad pointed one of those eyebrow razors at my face because of what I was saying (forgot). He also threatened to cut my tongue off with scissors - and then he went 'y'know what?' and went to the back of his store to sharpen said scissors. Ok, dada. Anyways, I finally realized that the 72 in 'Marko 72' is because of his birthyear, 1972. I only put two and two together because my sister asked me about it, and it just finally clicked to me.
I used to eat at least 6 bomb pops a day, until my mom scared me out of it by saying that I could get diabetes. I haven't eaten one in months now because she thinks it caused my acne or something like that, and won't buy me any.
I still think of them every. single. night.
-Zainah and her lack of bomb pops
Other than that, and me finishing the most recent chapter of the My Chem Fast and Furious fanfic (we ended with Frank getting ready for his trip back to NJ for his grandpa's funeral), not much else happened today. I wore my beanie today, too, but that's it. Also, I'd like to add this bit of info to this entry because I forgot to add it to Thursday's, but the main reason my siblings and I didn't go to my dad's store is because he told my sister that she needed to get her teeth filed down so they'd be even.
The whole thing started when my sister was talking about this vampire character she likes, and my dad wanted to see if we have fangs or something. He said that I did because the canines in the bottom row of my mouth are pretty sharp. My sister told my mom about it, not in some kind of 'dad said this! go beat his ass!' way, but just in a casual way. My mom seemed upset about it and asked my dad about it, I forgot what he said, but it's one of the reasons we can't go to my dad's store on the weekends. Also, she said we 'eat stupidly' at his store: it's because I was eating M&Ms and Jolly Ranchers (I only ate the Jolly Ranchers because Marko 72 said he liked them), and she only found out about the Jolly Ranchers because I popped one into my mouth on my way out of the store.
If I'm being completely honest, I'm not too torn up about it. My dad pointed one of those eyebrow razors at my face because of what I was saying (forgot). He also threatened to cut my tongue off with scissors - and then he went 'y'know what?' and went to the back of his store to sharpen said scissors. Ok, dada. Anyways, I finally realized that the 72 in 'Marko 72' is because of his birthyear, 1972. I only put two and two together because my sister asked me about it, and it just finally clicked to me.
I used to eat at least 6 bomb pops a day, until my mom scared me out of it by saying that I could get diabetes. I haven't eaten one in months now because she thinks it caused my acne or something like that, and won't buy me any.
I still think of them every. single. night.
-Zainah and her lack of bomb pops
