JOHN TRAVOLTAAAAA

TRAPPED. TRAPPED LIKE A RAT.

Well, for the next 48 hours now. GUESS WHERE I HAVE BEEN FOR THE PAST TWO WEEKS. 8DDD

Trapped at my grandparents, helping around the house. And by 'helping', I mean running back and forth from the inside to the outside in a constant quest to get my grandmother to tell me to do SOMETHING because if I don't then she'll complain to my mother later that I never did a THING for her.

I guess I need to hone my psychic powers a bit more so I can tune in to her mind and figure out this mystical secret chore chart for myself.



Also, my job starts on Saturday. My full time, eight hour bore-a-thon at the lake at my home town, sitting on my ass and staring at the ceiling of my little boat house hut until someone decides to grace me with their presence and rent a goddamn boat.

Also also Memorial day on Monday = HELL IN A HANDBASKE-I MEAN FUN TIEMZ FOR ALL.

With any considerable luck, I won't be killed where I stand at the lake and I'll get home without my legs dropping off.

Or it'll rain.

Because I'm horrible like that.