my dad is full of it.
"shit shat i was takin a bath......that didn't rhyme well but it smells like hell" he was singing that LOL.
dad: what does cia stand for on your shirt.
jane: captain intelligence agency, for the vbs we are 'secret agents'
dad: well you've got two parts right, captain and agency.
(while discussing music, as i was explaining time signatures)
jane: do you know what 6/8 time is?
dad: 3/4 time on steroids?
LMFAOROFLSHIPMP!
today was a bad day. we had vacation bible school and i'm in charge of a preschool game station which none of the kids understood because it was complicated. but its not my fault.
came home and napped for 5 hours because those little kids are rambunctious.
woke up played piano and had to wrap my left wrist because it hurts like hell. i think it's because i didn't play piano while on vacation then came home and played for 3 hours straight.
i felt like crap and i have to clean my room cuz m uncle mark is coming and i have to sleep in pat's bed. John is looking for ah ouse and i don't want him to move out. i'll finish this later because the internet shuts down in 10 seconds.
i've been crying all night.

::EDITING::
aaaagh! my eyes! they burnsssss ussss! i'm quite proud of myself for outsmarting mom and pop haha. i created another user acount before i went to bed so i could get on in the middle of the ngith because i realized that mike must've fixed the internet so there's no curfew! it's 2:30 am. anyhow.
yesterday i talked to Joe about our vacation and the trip my parents want to take to Italy. Joe is funnier than Homer Simpson and Jay Leno combined and we talked for a long time. I miss him. He's comin home tomorrow. or today, rather. ummmm then today--erm yesterday--was the first day of vbs and it was hell. ok maybe not hell, but it wasn't fun. and i can't back out because that's quitting. ugh i wish i wasn't so darn stubborn. for the past few days my left wrist has been hurting. mum said it sounds like carpal tunal. whatever that is. carpal is where the bones and ligaments connect in your hand but i have no idea what tunal is. or how to spell it. and that is infuriating. it feels like shin splints, except in your wrist. it sucks cuz all my piano songs are pretty intense...i can't have a wuss hand when i play them. the chords are to big and stuff. i took the wrap off and it doesnt' hurt...so maybe its' gone. i hope so. but i won't know until i play piano. i have violin tomorrow, and i practiced tonight. it's kind of depressing cuz i suck lol. speaking of depressing, after my nap i was ina foul mood. John wants to buy a house and i dont' want him to leave. we always watch movies and stuff together and are always teasing each otehr and if he leaves i'll be the oldest kid at home! NOOOOOO! becaue Joe and Mike are up at state (Mike will be in the fall, but not yet) and Liz is long gone. that's creepy. i remember when i was the BABY of the family. not no more. i don't think i can bear it w/o John. He keeps me from doing stupid stuff out of anger. and i hate moving out of my room for company. it really sucks. so as i was playing Ballade in Ab major (Chopin) i just burst into tears. it's ina major key, but it sounds very melancholy. and one part just went straight to my heart exactly how i felt and it made me cry! that song is amazing. Chopin is amazing. and then i played Clair de Lune which make me think of my uncle Bill and i started crying harder because he loved hearing me play piano. and he's been gone for 5 years. i can't believe it. and then Anne called and i said hi and then burst into tears and freaked her out. you know what? "It is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all" is a big fat lie.