Last Night, I Dreamt Of Burrito

Sundays never live up to their calm and relaxing standard that everyone holds it to. I woke up this morning craving a breakfast burrito from Taco Bell. Yeah, my dream was weird. Not only that, but I woke up to a swollen left eye. Apparently right before I slept, I handled my guinea pig and then rubbed my eye. It makes sense because before I fell asleep, my eye itched. I thought sleep would cure it, but I was wrong. I woke up looking like my mother when she has allergic reactions to soy milk. I took a shower this morning, and the cold water helped relieve the swelling. Church today was alright. I jsut hate knowing that I have to do work afterward for Monday. Today, that meant studying for English. As procrastination usually takes its toll on me, I went with the Papa to see Karate Kid. As weird as it sounds, I teared at one point in the movie. Jackie Chan was crying! AND on top of that..he looked like my papa! It made me laugh a few times because I would look over to my left at my father and see the scary resemblance. Geez, the production company could have at least warned us they were letting Jackie Chan play my papa. lol Photo is of all the papers of my doooom.

Home-Bound Pointless

As far as the first photo goes, it basically defines my morning. I had practice early morning til 1PM and went straight home. I refused various offers to chill and hang out because of my father. I was afraid that he would scold me for going out, like he had already done a few nights ago. As I got home, I came to discover that my parents were sleeping. This automatically leaves me with nothing to do. They want me to stay home, yet when I do, I just sit here and watch TV. It's pointless. So, as I recall, I laid on the couch for a good while, with Obama on my stomach. He smells.

Tonight's only main event was going to the airport with my father to pick up my grandparents. As much as I would have rathered to stay home, he forced me to come with. It was kind of interesting. As we waited at the gate, he shared scar stories from all over his body, earned from an adventurous youth. The only stories I could contribute to the conversation were recent sabre bruises: a blood blister on my right thumb, a bruise on my pinky, and a few more scattered bruises.