So I wanted to talk to you. You complain when I don't, you complain when I do. Jeez. You're not the only one who this is about, y'know. I never said I was. I just wanted to FREAKING TALK. Before I went on the damn plane! And what'd you want to do? Play.
Well, go and play. Have fun with it. Usually I wouldn't mind if everything revolved around playing, for you. But.. *sigh* I'm talking about one time. I won't be there for a weekend. I just wanted to talk. GOD.
Fine. I'll shut up. Of course I'm not entitled to get mad. Why? Because when I do get mad at you, you get mad at me. And it's back to that all over again. So fine. I won't get mad anymore. I'll just resent you forever, and get sick from it. You don't care, anyway, right? I distinctly remember you saying that.
So anyway. I'm sick. High fever, and my nose is stuffed. Everything tastes like shit and sticks in my throat and glues my tongue to the roof of my mouth. And they honestly expect me to EAT.
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On the upside. My parents bought an iPad. It's damn-freaking-cool. I don't understand why people say it's too heavy. I mean, what the hell. It's lighter than my phone. MY PHONE. What the crap.
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I watched Sorcerer's Apprentice on the Apple TV. Or was it the Mac TV? Either way. It's an Apple product, sometechyblahblahverb-ed to a tv. A huge-ass TV. Yeah. Why? 'Cause my dad said so.
Surprisingly, it wasn't all that bad. Even if I had to endure nearly two hours of NICOLAS "I HAVE ONE EXPRESSION" CAGE, and this really dorky looking dude, it was fine. I loved the part where they reenacted the Disney short, also titled The Sorcerer's Apprentice. Remember, when Mickey enchants the mops and buckets and stuff to clean the floor? Yeah, they did that. They even made him wear a red jacket, and DAMN did it make me remember.
Anyway. I gotta go do my ResHW. D: But maybe later I can go to Von Dutch and feel cool again. :D
~ the very very sick scribbler. :D
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