8am everyday. for the rest of summer. yay.

yesterday we were all woken up at 8am. I argued with Starshine about it for awhile. that got me nowhere as usual. we went to breakfast at Cozy and then came back and started cleaning around 10:30. I didn't stop cleaning until around 11 that night. I cleaned out the drawers and cabinet in the bathroom, SCRUBBED the bath tub forever, folded some laundry and reorganized a couple of my drawers, and then had the genius idea to clean out my closet. I started that around 1 or 2 and worked on that the rest of the day. I got rid of a LOT of stuff. I also found some stuff that I might be able to sell on ebay.

today my mother was kind and let us sleep in until 8:48. we got up, ate breakfast, watched some tv, and then started cleaning. we moved all the stuff Starshine and Mum told us to move, put the shelves back on and the camera stuff on them, and while Morg and I mucked Lindsey did the dishes. after that I took a shower and took a nap for a few hours.
I woke up to my mother asking what I was doing and I said "I was taking a nap, that's not against the rules." she then proceeded to ask us to get the groceries out of the car and put them away. oh, and then she got mad at me for bleaching the velvet shower curtain (when I did I repeatedly asked her if she was sure she wanted me to bleach both shower curtains and she kept saying yes, so it's not my fault), then we had a bit of a break. after awhile she asked us to move a table, Morgan to vacuum, and me to dust (I dusted books, what the hell) and set the table. oh, I might mention that after my nap I woke up in a rather depressed mood. after I finished with the table I asked if there was anything else she wanted me to do and I my body language kind of portrayed an air of dejectedness (is that even a word? yes, it is) and she said "You look like you're going to cry," and Morgan said "You've looked like that all day."
truth be told, I feel like I could cry at any moment. I think it's just because I'm exhausted, nothing serious.

oh, and earlier Michael texted me and said "Ur never on aim now haha." and I told him "Yeah bc im really getting sick of the internet. Im considering getting rid of facedick (facebook). But you can normally catch me on really late." then he said "Then we have to txt our long stories! Haha" and my only response to that was "Or call. What a concept."