I wake up like "
o man im gonna fite teh man an not go 2 skool rite" and I was correct. However, it wasn't really my choice. See, I ate pancakes. AWESOME pancakes. My mom is like, the pancake artist. Then I made the horrible mistake. I went back to bed and got woken up just as it was time to go. I always do that, actually. Anyway, as I'm in the car, I feel really, really nauseous. My mom is afraid of vomit, it gives her a panic attack. Cool, staying home, right? I'm "fitin da man "
Well, that was where things took a turn for the worse. When I get home, I'm like "uggg, this sucks." My family leaves. Cool. The house is to myself.
Except I've found I'm suddenly too sick to get up. Rad. I can only make the 3-foot trip from my bed to my computer. So much for my rad plan to "fite da man
". Rather than run around in my house wreaking havoc, I instead sleep for a few hours. I decide then, it's PS2 time!
Oh boy. I forgot how little hand-eye coordination I have, and take on MGS3 duel mode. I suck at it. I get a lot done, though - like, a lot. However, I hear the door open as my sister returns. Quickly, I shut off my 90% done Duel Mode save file.
WITHOUT SAVING.
I'm a genius. I'm the genius. I must be like, Einstein 2.
Anyway, that's all fine and good. So I go to the PC once I know Amy is downstairs, doing stuff like that. You know. Sewing. Sleeping. It's then that I notice something.
Holy snap am I hungry!
I'm talking eat a LIVE HORSE hungry. So, I carry myself to the kitchen.
OH WHOOPS, WE HAVEN'T BOUGHT FOOD FOR 2 WEEKS! Well then, sleep will get my mind off the hunger. Then my Dell Jukebox freezes. Super rad. So much for listening to music while I sleep. I like doing that. I'm weird.
And finally, dad comes home from New York.
Mind you, he brought not ONE MORSEL OF DELICIOUS LIFE-GIVING FOOD.
And I'm still hungry. That's my rant.
"@ least i fought da man
"
They're still cool.
But everyone has one every now and then. Another thing to be thankful of is that another one like that might not come for a while 
