laurelpants

that the high point of my day was when the bus took a different route and I thought of it as an adventure? Maybe not an adventure, but I can't really explain why else I got so Goddamn excited. I was giddy about it.
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Something real great happened today. I had a really shitty day, and when I went out to get on my bus to go home, the doors were closed. The kids were all like, "AHhhhh the doors," and then the substitute bus driver opened them when she got there. So then we're on 94 and she turns at some light and everyone on the bus is like, "NOOOO. YOU GO STRAIIIIIGGGHHHHHTTTTTTTT!!!!" but she went anyway and it killed me not to start laughing. I was instantly put in a better mood because everything had changed, and the bus driver wasn't takin shit from the kids. We went into Monticello and everyone was flippin a shit, except for the kids who lived there because they usually get off last. When we pulled into Hidden Creek, a bunch of Saddlebrook kids got off the bus and crossed over, and I found it reallly funny. And so then she drove all the way down and Kyle and I were let off and Murphy thought it was funny, just like me. The 15 second conversation was really funny, I thought. The whole situation was funny. I got off the bus and just started laughing and didn't stop until I got into the shower. I had a laughing fit, and it was the greatest thing in the world.

But the whole rest of the day really did suck. My mood dampened when Luanne got home and yelled about the door being open. Harry did it, but I took the fall. He doesn't need to get in any more trouble, no no no.
I had two sodas. My abuse of soda consumption is startin to show, and I don't like that one bit. I guess I'll stop drinking as many as I possibly can just to spite them. And we'll have to get more tea and some damn juice up in this joint. Luanne doesn't like to buy juice, because we'll just drink it because its there. Stupid. I'm hungry, and when I'm hungry I'd rather drink something than eat a bunch of junk. All the nachos and cheese is not flattering to my face, or my stomach. I actually thought I was going to puke this afternoon because of the cheese. I'm getting sick of the same thing evvvverrrydayyy.

I waited last to get dinner tonight, because I didn't really want the tacos. Most of the meat was gone, but I don't really like it so it wasn't that big a deal to me. Luanne wanted to make enchiladas but couldn't because fatass Gus ate all the tortillas. What a freak, he just gets them out and eats them as a sandwich. Whenever I just ate bread, I left most of it. I hope he dies of a heartattack at the age of nine. Fuckin kid. Stupid kid. Racist kid. Fat kid.

Tim ate two puddings tonight. Harry had one pudding. I DIDN'T HAVE ANY BECAUSE TIM ATE THE LAST BUTTERSCOTCH PUDDING THAT I SAID TO PUT ON THE LIST, AND THERE ARE TWO OTHER KINDS OF PUDDING THAT TIM BOUGHT. We had an argument over my pudding. It is My Pudding. It being butterscotch pudding. My Pudding is butterscotch pudding. It is My Pudding because I asked for it, and I put it in the cart, and I brought it out to the car, packed it in, brought it inside, and stuck it in the refrigerator. I'm pissed. I can't believe he took the last pudding. My mom would never have taken the last pudding. And if Gus wanted the butterscotch pudding, I'm sure Tim wouldn't have taken THE LAST ONE. I mean, that's just common courtesy. Who it was bought for, gets the last one. I do that with their Goddamn food. Fucking Missourian assholes. Grade A, if I do say so myself. I hate you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH


The new house sounds better, but the area code is 34952, not 34994.