See these are my things DO NOT TOUCH, Phinnias!

Well, this is technically Cass's blog, but I use her account. Cuz I'm lazy and hopeless with social sites. My name's Ricky. I live in New York, no where near where Cass lives. I do know Cass, tho. I'm not a hacker...ever...I wouldn't hack some twelve-year-old girl's account, I'm not evil! Jeez.

Monday, August 29, 2011

I'm purdy shure ya can't do that.

Hello all.

So, yep, school has started. What fun. What OMIGOSH I HATE SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!

Sorry. Heh.

So, anyways, I'm pretty sure I'm NEVA going to see Cassidy unless she calls me back, and that doesn't look like it's happening any time soon. I only text her like a bazillion times a day. And she never responds. Cuz she's a jerk. And has her "own friends that she wants to be with."

Whatever. They simply cannot be as cool as me.

So this morning I get home to find out that Treasure is screaming into the phone, Jamie is talking to Bridget, and my brother Arnie is all up-in-my-face, going "Guess what Treasure did? Guess! Guess!"

I'll guess.

Turns out Treasure somehow got a house. He bought it with Dad's credit card.

The house is in New Mexico.

Why anybody wants to move to New Mexico, I don't know. I would like to, just to escape. But Treasure has his house. That he stole from Dad. In NM. In some town called, like, Person or something. Maybe Human, I dunno, some kind of name that's stupid like that.

And so he's on the phone, screaming his butt off, trying to get Dad to let him go. To his illegally purchased house. In New Mexico. With Bridged and Rammundace.

Dad said that Woah, now, son, you've got my kids to take care of up there. Treasure said that, Yeah. You come take care of 'em. They're YOUR kids, Daddy.

So Dad says a bunch of bad words and then hangs up on him.

And then goes and gets his cash back.

So Treasure does NOT have a house in New Mexico.

Thursday, August 25, 2011


My summer just, like, went by! School starts on Monday! ARG!!!!!!

So I got my class schedule fo my Junior year (high school, sadly).

A Block: Gertswidg, Mary, Homeroom.
B Block: Black, Cara, Pre-Calc
C Block: Turner, Micheal, PE
D Block: LUNCH
E Block: Washington, Lucas, Biology
F Block: Marshe, Luisa, English
G Block: Kerminne, Jessica, Spanish

So I think that it's slightly ironic that my English and Spanish classes are back-to-back. And also that my bio teacher is named Lucas and my English teacher is named Luisa. Ha. Funny.

This summer really was just one big electronic. I'm serious. On the laptop, on the Wii, on the phone, blah, blah, blah. Cassidy has just had SUCH a fun summer, at camp, at friends houses, with Krista, with blah blah blah.

What did I do? I got my Facebook page removed.

Yeah I know. Treasure was all, "You don't need to call Cassidy. I don't care a **** about your broken phone. Go Facebook her."

"Facebook is so retarded."

"Fine then. You don't need one."

And so that's how my really mean brother just cut my fb page. And now I have to get a new phone, too.

So this is an update: Joey-Joe is closing his pool. Boo. My summer is over. Junior year, here I come.

Saturday, July 2, 2011


Thank God for Joey-Joe's POOL!

Okay, so, after long debates with Cassidy, there is no way we'll be getting to see each other over the summer. Her family is too busy to have me over and I can't afford to fly. My family is way too lame to have her over and, besides, she'd need car rides or a plane ticket and that ain't happening. Man, I never get to SEE her anymore! Stupid local friends who take up all of her time.

I miss you.

Anyways, summer is okay. About the pool, last night, Joey-Joe's older sister, Tracy, who is the QUEEN of parties, and her boyfriend, Rico, who is the KING of parties, has this awesome party and I got to go because Rita was invited. They've got this wicked awesome pool.

Oh, gosh, I have work in seven minutes! LATER!!!!

Thursday, June 30, 2011

I'm back...uh-gain.

Okey dokey, I'm a lousy writer. I know. But between be being way too busy and being grounded again because APPARENTLY I've been using Treasure's credit card to buy apps for my phone that APPARENTLY I'm not supposed to buy with somebody else's credit card, I have just totally slacked off! Man, I am lazy.

So, my friends, what has everybody been doing? I got off school on the twenty-third (who here has heard that song June 23rd by gRRR? So funny) and have been in between work, groundedness, and Leanna for days now.

Yeah, work still sucks eggs. (Expression from Cassidy) Walmart is the lamest job ever. Lame. Lame. Lame. Lame.

OH MY GOOOOOSH I AM SOOOO BORED! Jamie's been bringing us to church again. OH MY GOOOOOSH I WANT TO GO TO LUKE'S CHURCH!

Everybody knows about that, right? Treasure's friend Luke goes to this wicked awesome church down somewhere near Hell's Kitchen...Jamie is the kind of person who likes, I dunno...not fun churches.

Who out there is with me that churches should have a teen program and not just an old-lady booksale every month? I AM!!!

That will be all. Okay, my phone is beeping. Buh-bye.

Tuesday, May 31, 2011


I am SO sorry that I've been away for, what, about two months?

Well, gosh, it all started when Cass decided to not use the computer or whatever. Now, usually, I would not have been able to make it for a month without internet. But whenever I went to open up the posting thing, I felt really guilty. So I decided that I wouldn't die.

Boy, am I stupid.

So, yeah, I thought that I could explain that, but then I acidentally kinda was really mad at Jamie so I kinda decided to take a knife and slash the tires on her car, yeah, major mental moment, I know. So now I feel really guilty about that.

But good ole Katie saw me and she reported me to Treasure who threw a fit and grounded me from the computer and phone for ANOTHER TWO WEEKS!

So, yep, my punishment has been over for a while, but I'm busy with Algebra and American History finals, not to mention my final chemestry report! Ugh, school stinks.

Oh, and Cassidy posted some videos to YouTube, seriously funny. She showed me, her friends are weird. Okay, so, gotta go. Check those vids out, btw. Bye

Tuesday, April 12, 2011


Last night, I was hanging around at Joey-Joe's house, texting Cass (who, by the way, informed me that she won't be coming up here to NY any time soon because she's SO busy with her friends who, like, live there. Pshaw. Stupid locals) and eating their Trader-Joe's-brand food. So Bridget pops in all oh-Ricky, and I knew that there was a problem.

See, guess what? Remember Rammundace? Bridget and Corey's adopted kid? Well, they're going out to some restaurant and then going to a hotel. So here's our conversation.

Bridget: Oh, Ricky, can you do me a big, big favor?
Ricky: Define "big."
Bridget: As in, watch Ramon when me and Treasure leave for the night big.
Ricky: Miley-
Bridget: Miley is on a date with Oatmeal. (NOT REAL NAME, fyi)
Ricky: Jamie-
Bridget: Jamie is watching the rest of your lot.
Ricky: Cassidy-
Ricky: Kay kay fine geez I'll watch your stinkin' kid omigosh you people HATE me don't you?
Bridget: Thanks Rickalot! Later.

So she dumps me with her kid but she DID say later that I could take him back to our house with Joe and have a "sleepover."

Oh, yeah, a two-year-old and my everything-freak friend are some company.

So Joe went to bed within three seconds, and Ray didn't want to sleep AT ALL. So I was up late with Mr. Where's-My-Mommy yapping at me every second!

This morning was a lot better, though. I got ready for school, shipped Rammundace off to daycare, and now here I am, sitting around, just home from school. I leave for work in twenty minutes. LAME.

I'm eating peanut butter on a bagel (we're out of bread, Jay forgot to go shopping) and listening to the good ole B.o.B off of Kate's iHome. (Don't tell her.) Uh oh. Treasure's home. I'm not supposed to eat in my bedroom. I MUST COVER UP MY TRACKS!

Friday, April 8, 2011

Darn ye!

Might I first add that I have, indeed, not posted in two weeks almost exactly. And I will blame my blasted friend Joey-Joe for this one.

See, I was over Joe's house one day, and he's got a lot of siblings too, and besides, Bridget and Ramon live there too, so it was crowded and really awkward, so I decided I'd just hibernate to his bathroom and yank out my laptop and like, y'know, surf, Facebook, Tweet, MySpace...all those social sites that Cass had to help me set up an account for.

So I guess I fell asleep in there with the curtain around the tub, so nobody saw me. And the next morning, I was still sleeping when Kenna decided to turn the hot water on without looking and start RUNNING A BATH! Blasted thirteen-year-olds...they're all idiots.

As you might have guessed, the water totally fried my laptop. And trust me, I let Kenna know VERY well that she was NOT on my HAPPY PERSON LIST!!!!!

Well, actually, that's not really Joey-Joe's fault. It's Kenna's. And it's also Ruby and Rowan's fault because they were the ones who were annoying the fatoodle out of me and made me go in the bathtub in the first place! And it's also Dell's fault for making not-so-waterproof laptops!

On the bright side, Jamie let me use some of my birthday money to buy THIS laptop, which is blue and not flooded. She almost made me do chores, but I reasoned with her and Treasure, who wanted to make me do chores like the evil soul he is. (REASONED.)

Okay, I have work to attend. Later.

Friday, March 25, 2011

Nothing new goin' on 'round here.

Ugh, I have not been on at ALL lately, have I? Slacker, you, Ricky! Darn! Do better next time!

But, I mean, there's nothing really to blog ABOUT. I mean, well, Treasure's kid Rammundace is tapping my shoe. Hold on.

(Five minutes later)

Here's what just happened:

Ricky: Ray, whadda you want?
Ray: Uncle Ricky, can I ask you a question?
Ricky: Um, I'm kinda busy right now.
Ray: Please!
Ricky: Fine! What is it?
Ray: Where do birds come from?
Ricky: Their birdy mothers.
Ray: Where do the birdy mothers come from?
Ricky: The baby bird's birdy grandmas.

Treasure, you sure got a wackjob.

Okay, so, oh, why Rammundace is here is because Bridged is dropping off Jamie's crock pot and Ray had to come along because day care was cancelled. Ray annoys me.

Friday, March 18, 2011

We've lost her again, danggit.

Cass is off blogger AGAIN. I feel like there's something going on over there, something I should know about. I've called her, but she says it's "all good" and "everything's fine." T-WAC, Loulou, you guys make sure that nothing is wrong over in the world of Cassidy.

I've never really understood Cass. She's her own person, y'know? She's not afraid to make mistakes, and she does, but there's something different with her. She's an actress. She can put on a smile. I never really knew what really makes her happy, what her dream is. Maybe her friends make her happy...maybe it's something else. There's something about her that I've never seen, huh?

Please make sure that if you see her, that she's not acting for you. You guys know her. Make sure her smiles are real, and not just a clue that we're losing her...again.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Perfect Synchronization

My girlfriend Leanna came over the other day. We were eating a snack when Treasure came into the room. He was bouncing a rubber ball, one about as big as a fist. He chucked it at me and then we, apparently, did something we were all unconscious of.

I rebounded, flinging it to Jamie, who instantaneously swerved it to me, and I rallied it back to Treasure. Treasure passed off to Rita, who passed it to Miley (housekeeper) who passed it to Nikki. Nikki passed it back to Treasure who was leaving the room, and he caught it.

Leanna's mouth was wide open.

"What?" I asked her.
"What you just did," She said. "That thing with the ball. How did you do that? That was amazing!"

None of us knew what she was talking about. But then we knew.

The ball never stopped moving for a second. We all, without thinking much, swerved the ball around to send it off. It doesn't take anything. It's effortless. We do it as a game, to see how long we can keep momentum going. But nobody had to look up, you can sense it. Nobody stopped the ball until Treasure caught it.

Now that I think about it, we do that all the time. We do it with everything, balls, spoons, apples, cell phones, hakki sacks...anything that's small, really.We keep it moving, and we usually do it without noticing.

Maybe we're supernatural or something, but I think we've just got the best reflexes in the world. We can move in perfect sync with each other, effortless movements. God created us to do these intense things, even keeping an apple moving through thin air.

If you want to know how we do this, here's how:

When it's tossed at us, reflexes kick in. We don't catch it, we kind of curve it. We push it. We redirect it, give it some more momentum. Someone catches it in the end, and the game is over.

Maybe it won't come easy to you, but it comes easy to me. Just practice. It's a simultaneous juggling show. I think it's pretty cool.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Never mind...

I don't have enough time to post lately!!!! Work is crummy, school is boring, and I have to do four Saturday detentions! I was actually getting into the habbit of posting I'm neglecting it. Ugh, lazy, lazy. I'm not at all happy with myself. Well, I have to go. Walmart awaits. Bye.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

I'm sorry, universe

My last post was a bit of an oh-I'm-a-really-moody-teenager-and-the-whole-world-hates-me-so-back-off-I'm-gonna-take-all-my-anger-out-on-you post. Yeah, I probably sounded mean. The truth is, it's okay now that I'm staying home. At least while I'm at home I get to go to work.

Ah, joy.

Yeah, Walmart ain't the crowned jewel, but it's better then trying to get this mop of hair under control. Does it EVER get out of my face? Stupid hair. Once I straighten it to make it less crazy-curly, it falls in my face and blinds me from anything NOT bonfire red. UGH!

My family has the best hair. I think the gorgeous hair fairy skipped me in my family. Jamie's silky, wavy, milk-bottle blond hair, Treasure's looks-great-whatever-you-do-with-it, nearly-blue-it's-so-black hair, even RITA's hair (yes, my own twin sister's hair) is a beautiful strawberry-blond moppet hairdo. Even Phin's brown frazzle-burst of hair is better then whatever the heck this thing is on MY head.

The reason we all look different is because most of us have different mothers. Yeah, family problem, not yours.

You can do anything with Treasure's hair. It's like that one pair of jeans that go with anything. When he was fifteen, it was spiky, choppy, and looked really punk-rock-star. Sixteen, it was smooth and almost Justin Beiber. (Who I find hideous) Last year, fork-in-socket spiked because of his EARRING. Now, it's long, shiny, cool, almost concealing the perfect green eyes.

And then there's me, who sulks for hours because of the stupid hair I got.

My family's all so nice and normal. It's too bad I'm there to ruin it for them.

I feel like life hates me right now...

Which it does, because I'm not going to see dad and SM. And that's because our flight got canceled and Tres's clearly NOT going to pay for another flight because, Ricky, because you can go some other time and that is FINAL, sir!

Here's how our conversation went:

Treasure (on telephone): Uh huh...well, do we get our money back? See, we payed for the tickets...oh. Well, you won't be getting MY service again. Goobye, miss! (hang up) **** plane line, they don't give a **** to the cutomers, they just go out and cancel the ****in' flight!
Ricky: Wait, what? Don't we get to take the next flight or something?
Treasure (grabbing coat): They won't refund out money, end of story. I have to get to work, if anyone comes to the door-
Ricky (interupting): Say that you're in the ****in' shower, oh my gosh! I'm sixteen, Cornilious, I know what to do. (Flips out laptop and starts logging on)
Treasure: Would you like to spend the rest of the day in your room?
Ricky: No, your highness.
Treasure (glares at Ricky): Then behave until Jamie's home from the store. And we are done today, sir.
Ricky (frustraited): Oh my gosh, I'm gonna call DSS on your! (Treasure rolls eyes) And can't you just buy me and Rita some more plane tickets?
Treasure (half out the door): I'm going now, if my wife calls, tell her that I'm at work, and I'm NOT going to pay for another flight because, Ricky, because you can go some other time and that is FINAL, sir!

Yeah, my relationship with Treasure is just as wonderful as it's always been. We're like freakin Andrew and Reggie. And those stars up there are covering up for unpleasant things we said. Okay, bye. I think I hear the phone ring. Maybe it's someone telling me Treasure got killed in a car crash or something. Peace out.

Monday, February 21, 2011

It's VACA TIME!!!!

Everybody celebrate the vacationness!!! I have a day off from work and a week off from school! HOORAY! Yeah, I was lucky enough to get the day off. But I'm spending the rest of the week with my dad in Kentucky, so I won't be posting much. Me and Rita get to go down for a week. Pretty cool, huh?

Called Cass this morning around seven AM, she explained to me how would I like it if she called me up before she woke up and how some people are fortunate enough to have their own cell phones that vibrate and not a home phone that obnoxiously rings.

I got all that...?

Okay, I have to finish packing for Dad and SM's. (SM for step-mom.) Buh-bye!

Friday, February 11, 2011

New blog!

Two posts in a row, don't faint all at once!

Okay, I did some fixing-up to my blog, and it is now titled Welcome to New York! Who doesn't love this? It's a lot better-looking now, too. Do you guys think I should move to another blog or create another one?

It's Vamalumtimes this Monday, and I got Lee a box of candy and some flowers. I hope they don't wilt or anything. (I mean Valentines, you'd have to get the reference from Cassidy's younger sister, Corrina, she'll explain it to you) I love Vamalumtimes, even though Cassidy hates it. Cassa says that she had a weird Valentines day once.

I have to get to work now, I hate Walmart so much. Worst job ever. EVER. Umkay, bye guys! :)

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Schooling: report cards

Okay, I know Cassidy's homeschooled, and so was T-WAC. But you'll just have to listen to me make my comments.

Report cards are either a horror show or a sigh of relief for kids ages 6-17. You practically die with suspense. Did I get a D, a B, or an A in calculus? How about the nightmare known as American History? Let's review some of our cards.

Treasure (or, for you new readers, his name is Corey, we call him that): Treasure goes to college now, but let's see his, oh, every one. Treasure's pretty much straight Bs. Like, ever. Only once did he get an A, in Algebra 1 in eighth grade. (Ooh, not Algebra 1!!!)

Rita: Rita's last report card was a terror. Jame totally flipped her head off when she saw the five Ds and F in Home Ec. This is pretty much her worst year EVER.

Nikki: Nikki goes to private, Hispanic school to help with her and Moll's language. (Hint: they're adopted and, whene they first came here two years ago, didn't know how to speak English) Nikki gets a lot of As, she's pretty smart. Moll gets As and Bs.

D.A.: Dorothy Anabelle (around here is Dalmi, known for love of dalmations, but we'll now say D.A., for sake of now I have readers) got one A, two Bs, one C, one D, and one F. The odds of that happening: Really, REALLY small.

Jamie: Well, Jamie doesn't really GO to school. What self-respecting almost-twenty-year-old girl is going to? True, she could go to college. But I don't see that happening.

Joey-Joe: Must I clarify, Joe is a straight-A genius, a whiz kid, and a brainiac.

Uh, Tim: I'm running out of interesting people. Tim is Joey-Joe's thirteen-year-old brother, in eighth grade. He gets Cs. He's totally averege.

ME: Well, er, my last report card contained: Ds in English, calculus, English AB, and PE, a C in social studies, and a B in chemistry. Who doesn't hate calculus?! In my defence, I take notes on my Iphone, and I was all out of minutes. Grrr.

Cassidy: Cassidy's going back to public school, and I'm willing to bet that she'll get mostly Bs and Cs, because she's failing Algebra, but in everything else, she's not doing as horribly as me.

Well, speaking of school, the homework calls. I have to write a report for English (AB) about the presidants. That sounds SOOOOO exciting. buh-bye

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

My life, as of this right now.

School was cancled today because of snow. I've been watching Sesame Street with Phin and Buddy and it's driving me crazy. Jamie made me help with laundry and stuff. I dunno where Captain I-Rule-The-World went. He hasn't been around in days. Ouch, should I mention this to Jamers?

I always think it's kinda funny how Cass has a stuffed turtle named Phineas and I have a brother named Phineas. She spells it weird though. Phinnias. Odd, eh?

Thank God for snowplows! Otherwise, it'd be a shovel to me and Rita and Kate since we have, like, nothing to do. Nikki has a book report, and Skip-Balm's no help because he has the chicken pox somehow and he's in bed. There has been zero chicken pox going around, so I bet he'll infect all of NY in about two days. Great.

I've been on the phone with Joey-Joe and his younger brother, Tim, all day. (Cassidy said she knows a kid named Tim...wait, is this the same older to her friend as T-MATH? I'm sorry, T-WAC? Might be separate...let's see, Jessica has a younger sister, and her blond friend has a bunch of little siblings. Zach's older brother is named Anthony, and Ozzy, Liam, Krista, and Abbey don't have older brothers.)

Cassidy's got all these crazy friends. And the weird thing is, like, all of them live in, er, her state. AM I THE ONLY PERSON YOU KNOW IN NEW YORK? Well, except for that nice girl Loulou. Loulou, if you're ever in New York, tell me. Because we could, like, hook up or something. ;)

Sorry, woah! That was not appropriate! At all! I'm sorry! I don't know what that was about. Please never ever ever ever ever ever mention that to anyone, Loulou. I've got to remember that T-WAC, who appears to be either a high-school graduate or a sixteen-year-old, which one, if you may confirm, is not the only one reading this blog!

Yeah, T-WAC, how come on your blog that it says you're a college student as well as a sixteen-year-old? Ooooohhhh, are you one of those people who homeschool, like Cass? Yeah, I wish I could try that. I'm sixteen, but, like, y'know, in tenth grade. Yep. My older brother WAS going to college, before he vanished.

Okay, I'm done rambling at you. Bye.

Monday, January 31, 2011


Cass is now answering my emails and phone calls, and is very angry at me for talking to her friends. So whenever I call, her mom says she's playing video games or watching American Idol or showering or doing her homework, and geez, Ricky, stop calling my daughter!

Thanks Loulou and T-WAC for the help. Cass didn't merely SHOUT at me, she calmy shouted at me, which is what people who're using the phone do. Our conversation went a little something like this:

Ricky: Don't pick that up, Jamie, or I will be forced to kill you!
Jamie: What's your problem?
Ricky: It's Cassidy! She's coming to kill me! I better hide! (Ricky hides under the kitchen table)
Jamie: Hello? Oh, hi, Cassidy. Yes, Ricky is home.
Ricky: No, he's not! Ricky moved to Canada!
Jamie passes the phone off.
Ricky (nervously): Hello?
Cass: Ricky, I am going to saw your legs off.
Ricky: Heh heh, why?
Cass: Tim told me over the phone. I'm going to buzz-saw your face.
Ricky: Don't you think you're over-reacting?
Cass: Ricky, not only did you get everyone worried about me, you never thought to like, cover your identity, or, like, delete their comments or something, because you know I moderate them. Ricky, you are a moron.
Ricky: Oh, would you look at the time, I have to go to work, y'know, busses don't wait forever.
Cass: This will not pass unnoticed. And don't think I'm blaming Tim for this. I'm blaming YOU.
Ricky: Okay, that's scary. BYE CASSIDY!
Hangs up.

Oh. So she's not only sawing my legs and face off, she's blaming me. She wrote me THIS in response to this,
To: ************* Cass's email. For private reasons, let's just say it's, which isn't really her email.
From: ************ my email. We'll say it's, but that's not it.
hy cassa. do u wanna maybe have m over 1 time soon cuz like i get out of work in like 3 days 4 a br8. ok so u gotta chat me back, k?

ricky u ttl loser! i told you, i'm not talking to u for like ever cuz ur such a worrywart. cuz like u got everyone all worried and im so mad at u. and what does br8 mean? brate? what the crap is a brate? ur a loser.
-Cassidy, and stop calling me cassa.

br8 is suppozd to be break. soz if you didn get zat. o wel. ok, so its a no for me coming over? ur a meeny! no just kiddin okay sys.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Hey, Cass?

Cass has been acting all weird lately, like she's got this big thing going on, and she refuses to tell me. Hey, Cassa! I thought we were friends! Cummon, get back on here, or I swear, I will call the police on you. They will go all the way from New York, missy!

Okay, well, whatever. Has anyone heard from her lately? Like, gotten a phone call or something? She hasn't answered any emails...or the last ten phone calls...OMIGOSH I'M CALLING THE HOSPITAL!!!!!

Alright, I'm not really calling the hospital. But can someone call her or something? (How about you, er, T-MATH or whatever your screen name is?) I'm going to (gulp) read your blog and see if that can give me any hints. Or visit that girl Loulou's blog. She's always talking about her...T-MATH, I'm relying on you to see if she'll answer any phone calls! (I believe I was told your sister is a friend of hers...)

Okay, not THAT much of an emergency.

(I'm calling Cass)
Ten minutes later...
I got her younger sister. Who was seriously iffed at me because she was on the phone with her friend Mellisa or something. Whatever. I'm going over to her blog. See ya.

Saturday, January 15, 2011


CASS JUST CALLED!!! Normally, this isn't such a bad thing, but she said some guy she knows (Cass...? since when do you know guys?) (well, okay, i guess since forever, but i don't know who the heck this guy is. a fairy poodle? what the heck?) commented on my blog!

Well, welcome to the somewhat pleasant story of me, person I don't know! Apparently, Cass commented on your blog and said I'm "irresponsible!" Just because I don't read comments doesn't mean it's because I'm lazy! I'll check them right now!

(Five minutes later)

Omigosh, Cass, what the heck does "omz" mean? Ugh, I'm calling you back!

(After fifteen minutes of arguing with Cass)

Sorry. We just had a bit of a "conversation." Why I put that in quotation marks is because Cass doesn't like listening and only told me to shush and go kiss a sock. That's it! I'm going to a higher power!

I'm calling you back again and forcing you to talk to those people!

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Ah, wha?

Gah, (yawn,) what the freak-omigosh, what happened?

Okay, so, I'm staying home today. No school, no work, no nothing. I called in around eight this morning. Gah, it's snowy out! I can't walk outside! Treasure said he'd kill me if I tried.

Sorry I didn't post in forever. I got SOO busy during Xmas and stuff, but I just realized stuff and stuff. Sixteenth birthday was okay. OMG, how come I got sixteen so quick? Well, anyways.

I guess Cass got snowed in too, cuz her blog said there's blizzard warning in the place she lives at. I don't think she's supposed to say so. And anyways, like, it's so cold and stuff!

Jame doesn't want me on the computer all day, or something. Happy new year and sorry for not posting :) PS: You guys, how come Cass gets like 57 followers and I get like six? Ugh, unfairness, unfairness,unfairness! And she's like, twelve!

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