well....

my mom took my phone away yesterday becasue of the following conversation:

Mum: did you dust your room?
me: meh
Mum: did you vacuum your room?
me: meh
Mum: did you even make your bed?
me: ... meh
Mum: THEN WHY ARE YOU EATING THAT BANANA?!
me: im hungry.
Mum: ...
* BBBBBZZZZZZTTTTT* ( thats the sound of my cell vibrating.)
Mum: give me your phone and go clean your room... and give me the banana too
me: WHAT ?!?!?!
Mom: you heard me, go.
me: grrrr....

yes. so now she has hidden my phone from me and i have no clue where she put it. i can't find it and that makes me pretty mad.
in other news... i have chocolate...mmmm chocolate :)

omg! o shat. i have a project due tomorrow.... and i am not even close to finnished... gah gah gah! IT WOULD HELP IF TYLER ACTUALLY DID SOME WORK INSTEAD OF TEXT-FLIRTING WITH GINA THE ENTIRE TIME!!!!!!!!

grrr.... i have to go work on a project... I DONT CARE ABOUT BEOTHUK INDIANS! they are dead, lets let them be dead.

days without swearing: 7
(just to clarify... shat is the PAST TENSE. PAST TENSE does not count. )