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Yesterday...or the day before, we did some yard work. Cut down a bunch of weeds on the side of the house and mowed part of the backyard. Found two toads, three tree frogs and dklhgdklfhkldfhfdEARWIGS. D: D: D:

Today, I went out to my mom's for a cookout/picnic thing. It was nice to get out of the house and get free food. She mad italian sausage and peppers, steak, chicken. It wasn't as obnoxious as I expected it to be. But I think i've simply gotten to the point that I really don't take anyone's shit any more.

Freaking next door kid, Aaron/Erin (I don't know which spelling it is) was on my ass all night. He's a little younger than myself (probably early twenties, if that) and he knows I have someone. So I couldn't clearly tell if he was just TALKING AND TALKING AND TALKING to find something that he touched base on with me or if he was just really bad at flirting. I didn't care either way because he was too spazzy for me to bother keeping track of. Plus, everyone was drinking beer and that makes everyone weird.

HOWEVER.

I got him away for awhile while we were skeet shooting with shotguns. Bud and John showed me how (because, hey, I've never shot a gun before. first time for everything!) and I ended up hitting three or four skeets and he hadn't hit any, I guess. I laughed pretty hard when I found this out. I'm sure my shoulder will be aching in the morning, but the recoil wasn't too bad. I shot John's shotgun first because it didn't have as much of a kick back, then I shot Bud's because he was saying it had a harder recoil. Apparently, the other guys don't like shooting Bud's because of this, but it really wasn't much of a difference to me.

But one-upping people? I'll admit, I have a bit of that Aries competitiveness in me.

Closer to evening, Aaron/Erin and the other girl my age (who is the daughter of the woman my mom was at the house on Belmont with when she was tricking) disappear to the apartment behind the houses (there's two houses and what used to be a garage that's been converted into an apartment). To which I rolled my eyes dramatically because who the fuck sleeps with someone they've JUST MET. Literally. JUST. MET. THAT. NIGHT. I don't get it. Should I? I don't know. But I think it's REALLY TRASHY. Goddamn.

Then, before we left, chica and her mom get into an argument over something petty and stupid because chick had WAY too many beers and was being belligerant. It was hilarious and I couldn't stop laughing at how fuckall stupid people can be. My reaction was pretty much 'ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS??'.

But, overall, not a bad night, I suppose. I'm home now and lulz RPing with the fags. My critters are happy and tomorrow my mom's coming into town to pay for TJ's college registration.

I have photos and stuff to upload, but Furtopia's STILL being upgraded, so all my links are borked. :/ In lieu of that, here's some musics:

Young Love - Too Young To Fight It
( Lyrics )

Portland Cello Project - Toxic
( Lyrics )

Bettie Serveert - Lover I Don't Have To Love
( Lyrics )

3OH!3 - Colorado Sunshine
( Lyrics )

Dramarama - Anything, Anything (I'll Give You)
( Lyrics )

Writer's Block: Fantasy Sports

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Are you fucking serious, LJ? Really? FUCKING REALLY?

I cannot even begin to comprehend WHY this was a valid option for a fucking Writer's Block. I really cannot. Are you all dumb lately? Are you all fapping over Stephenie Meyer's self-insert vampire wet dream? I don't get it.

SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN.