Greetings. I just had cereal for dinner and it inspired me to come on here and bitch a little. I hate when people (my brother) leave that tiny little bit of cereal in the bottom of the box. Or the plastic bag in the box, same difference. There was half a bowl worth of Coco Pops left in the bag and when I tipped it out, it was mainly just dust and those little broken bits. Even worse, he's already opened the new box! WITHOUT FINISHING THE FIRST!
Hopeless, hopeless boy.
I don't know if I like my Coco Pops with or without milk better, but I know for sure that I hate the milk left in the bottom of the bowl. Apart from it looking every bit like diarrhoea (I hope I spelt that right, couldn't be bothered checking) juice, it tastes horrible. I think I prefer my chocolate milk better store-bought.
I have this sick-ass bruise on my knee that's been there for about two weeks. It's starting to fade and that makes me sad. It's actually a huge bruise surrounded by three smaller ones and they kind of all just appeared surreptitiously and they kind of hurt alot. I have learnt not to poke them.
I actually think I obtained them by sliding around the hall in my awesome new(ish) long pants which are still slightly shiney and slide further than anyone else's pants. Be jealous.
What is the deadliest object within arms reach? Either my lava lamp which is actually a glitter lamp but it's in the same shape as a lava lamp so its the same thing or that pretty orange teapot that is in my room for no apparent reason.
Other than those, probably my Twilight book. I could just hold that up and everyone would die. It's kind of embarrassing saying that there's a Twilight book in arms reach. Actually there's two. Eclipse and Breaking Dawn. But it's okay, because there's also a Harry Potter book and one Harry Potter book out does five thousand Twilight books. I'm safe.