moonlight burns

First things first, in my room floor is a myth, and if you see a small path of floor you don’t divert from it for fear of getting lost in the mountain of clothes and piles of books and such. So, being the procrastinator that I am, when do I decide to rid my room of the mountain of dirty clothes? The day I’m leaving to go on a massive cartrip to Mississippi. I get the whole basket down there and get one batch started, run upstairs to wiat and find out that the baby wanted to take her poop and throw/spread/smear it EVERYWHERE, so I had to help with that. Run back downstairs, put the first load in the dryer and start the sedond load. Find out when it’s still wet after going through the dryer three times on the longest setting that I put in waaaaaay too big of a load. Joy. Well it’s time to go, they’re kinda damp, so we have to shove them in a garbage bag and head on out to begin our magical cartrip.

Okay, so I’m at my dad’s after a long frackin’ cartrip. (All of us were complaining about how numb our butts were) It’s an 8 hour trip, and usually I hate cartrips because two adults come and they (78% of the time) break out into a yelling arguement, but only one person was driving each car (we met up in the middle), so it was all good. Especially the side of the car trip where my dad was driving because he has a wireless thing that sends the iPod music to a station on the car. Which was totally cool with the little annoyance of interference and having to look for clear stations.

(: So I stayed up until about 2.30-3 in the morning on (guess what!) the computer, and took a looooong shower this morning before eating some ramen, and going off to target (WHERE I GOT THE NEW ELLEN HOPKINS BOOK, which I plan to read tonight.) and walmart. Did I mention that the whole target/walmart trip was the equivilent of going through Hell and back? It kinda is when you have a 4 yrs-old, 6 yrs-old, and a 10 yrs-old fighting for icees. XD It was so fun to tick Katon off. So we get home and I’m sitting on the computer, and then Dad and Elle get back and I got yelled at to get off the computer. But I finally snuck back on while they started watching some movie. Oh! The way their livingroom/kitchen/dining room is set up (with walls that a about a foot and a half short of reaching the high ceilings) reminds me of a bathroom stall, albeit a large one, but still… Turns out my dad got a new dog to go with the little chihuahua they have. It’s a boxer (I think), and it’s nice… But it’s really ugly, and it drooled on me earlier! Correction! It came up and wiped it’s spit on my jeans. It was entirely deliberate because you know what it did after that? It walked out of the room as if it was finished with whatever it needed to do!

Well, that’s kinda the extent of my post today… (: