Saturday, January 03, 2004
i'm gonna wake uphey! today was a pretty good day. actually, totally awesome (i sound really stupid typing that, which is weird, because i'm not actually making any noise...). EXCEPT for the fact that somebody was on my computer. this really normally wouldn't bother me because i wasn't home (get to that later), but they got on my sn and friggin CHANGED my profile. i'm going to maul them. i know they were on this comptuer on my sn because your profile is only avaliable on the computer that you're using when you write it. so lets say i go use my brothers computer, my profile would be blank. so somebody was ON my computer. ON my sn. USING my sn. CHANGING my crap. i'm sorry, anna, if it still bugs you that i'm "protective" of my stuff, but this is too far. i don't care if they use it when i'm not home, don't care if they accidentially log onto my sn (pw is saved on my computer, so it automatically uses that sn). i DO care if they stay on it and then CHANGE my stuff. it's weirding me out though because the link that was on it was on my cousin's info. wait. maybe bc i clicked that link it friggin decided to change my info. well if that's the case i'm going right now to put a virus on that site. DIE, YOU **the rest of this sentence has been deleted for viewer's safety**
ok, well onto the rest of the day. i went paintballing. it was a WHOLE lot funner than i thought it would be. yes. i sincerely apologize to all the guys i've called crazy because they enjoy inflicting pain on eachtother while running around in sweaty helmets and camo. but it is really, truely fun. i'm not quite sure if i hit anybody, i think i probably did but my gun really sucked (chris wouldn't let me use his and my dad's is broken, so i had to borrow one). i did get hit. it did hurt. just not a whole lot. which is weird because i have a huge welt on my arm because of one. and my thumb is cut (got hit there too). and some person had an off-shot and hit me in the breast (my mom said it's unlady-like to say tit) while i was waiting my five minutes after JAMES friggin came up next to me and shot me in the arm. and in the face. but that one hit my helmet and didn't explode. which was pretty good. actually, he wasn't NEXT to me. more like 10 feetish yards away. but still. and he was on the other team. oh well.
then i went home, changed out of becca's pants (i had to borrow hers after we finished because mine were soaking wet. man, that place is a friggin misquito breeding ground, and very wet and muddy. i have squishy shoes...) and into clean clothes, and went to babysit. got paid 30 bucks. pretty nice for babysitting a fifth grader. we just sat around and watched tv and then watched movies. and i put some pizza in the oven and we had pizza and cookies. it was pretty nice. but my dad had to CALL their house after my family got back from dinner to let me know they were home and to call them there if i needed them. i listened to the message (couldn't get to the phone in time) and concluded that it would be pointless to call him back. ten minutes later he knocks on the door because i didn't answer the phone. what a worry-wort. oh well. i guess he was just looking out for my safety or something....
ok well that was pretty much it. good day. um. i like cheese? and as an ending note, trevor has made up a friend! he says his name is harry. if you can disprove my theory and prove this guy exists, please tell me so i will stop making fun of trevor. actually, i'll probably still make fun of him. but he makes fun of me too. it's friendly insults, not meant to hurt. yes. you know the kind. well, my mom is all "ARDEN get off the computer it's past eleven!!" so i must retreat to my room... to eat gobstoppers and laugh at the stupid people in the embarrasing stories section of my magazine. until we meet again!
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