Sorry i havent blogged for a couple days; which i said i was ganna blog everydayy til babe comes back. but for couple days i havent felt really good. i was kinnnda sick; had mahjahh headaches that hasnt been goin away for like 3 days. but its finally gettin better. wells nothin much happened. Chris called on thursday & its saturday already. wells we wont talk til like tomorrow or monday probably-so tha next time ill blog is when he calls or when something happens i guess. something exciting; but i doubt it. LOL.
anyways yesterday; i went to my grampas house in saltlake yeah; & like wth kehh heres
tha story as i knw it. We was about to leave-we was already in tha car & my cuzin runs up to tha car, askin if i saw her phone. well i said no, cause i reallly didnt right; & dens so yeah wer on our way. so i got home, went on myspace for a bit-did a survey; than got off went sleep. around like 1230 midnight-i got a text frm my uncle who is my cuzin daddd; yah sayin if i can check my bag & see if i forgot to give back crystals phone and mistakenly took it; like wth, FORGOT TO GIVE IT BACK? like thats so dumb. wells i didnt cheeck any of my bags cos' I NEVER BRING A BAG THERE. just my phone- & my book. but like i guess they dnt believe me; cos this mornin when i woke up. my momm came to my room & asked me if i took tha phone; cos yur uncle rey called & told us to look in your room & i was like noo i never take her phone, like why should i? i mean, haha her phone was a bussup' & ugly. and its like those mobi phones i think? & like haha I DONT HAVE MOBI, & i dont want that ugly asss buss up phone of hers. Cos' like my phone i have a palm centro- which i unlocked for like 50 bucks so it can work for tmobile. & this phone is way more high tech than her phone. mines is touchscreen & everyythinng. & has a mem card slot. & i doubt her phone has. so why tha hekk would i take her damn phone. i told my mom, yenno what im tired of all dis bullshit-call uncle rey. tell him i like talk to him, cos faareals' i dont needda be stressing out on something that i have no connection to. brah dey can check my room if all i care, or my house wuhhevers' dey aint ganna find bullcrap. cos' i didnt take that damn phone in tha first place. dey wastin their time thinkin its me, cos like reality is i didnt take her phone. dey should be fucken lookin for someone else who took it. dey can bring dogs and wuhhever sniff my room haha if thats possible, wuhhevers'. i dont like it when i get blamed for somethinn that i didnt fucken do. & my mom told me she swears she saw it on tha box at her house-cos she saw her put it on dea; & like kay last night everybody was dea yeah & if i took it her cuzzin or wuhhever would have seen me take it-like thats something that you cnt not see; plus my mom was right dea next to me eatingg and takin storehh. grama & grampa too; like they wud have gareentee seen me. urgh this is givin me stress cos im givin my mom stress' cos dey blamin it on me; so like fuck idk; if dey like blame it & really think that i wud take her ugly ass buss up phone; THATS their problem thenn. cos' i wasting my time tryna prove dhat i never take shit cos i never.
LIFES A STRESSS; PEOPLE ARE BULLCRAP-ESPECIALLY IF DEY TURN THEIR BAK ON YOU & THEIR YOUR OWN DAMN FAM. WUHHEVERS; no more time foa dis crap.
anyways yesterday; i went to my grampas house in saltlake yeah; & like wth kehh heres
tha story as i knw it. We was about to leave-we was already in tha car & my cuzin runs up to tha car, askin if i saw her phone. well i said no, cause i reallly didnt right; & dens so yeah wer on our way. so i got home, went on myspace for a bit-did a survey; than got off went sleep. around like 1230 midnight-i got a text frm my uncle who is my cuzin daddd; yah sayin if i can check my bag & see if i forgot to give back crystals phone and mistakenly took it; like wth, FORGOT TO GIVE IT BACK? like thats so dumb. wells i didnt cheeck any of my bags cos' I NEVER BRING A BAG THERE. just my phone- & my book. but like i guess they dnt believe me; cos this mornin when i woke up. my momm came to my room & asked me if i took tha phone; cos yur uncle rey called & told us to look in your room & i was like noo i never take her phone, like why should i? i mean, haha her phone was a bussup' & ugly. and its like those mobi phones i think? & like haha I DONT HAVE MOBI, & i dont want that ugly asss buss up phone of hers. Cos' like my phone i have a palm centro- which i unlocked for like 50 bucks so it can work for tmobile. & this phone is way more high tech than her phone. mines is touchscreen & everyythinng. & has a mem card slot. & i doubt her phone has. so why tha hekk would i take her damn phone. i told my mom, yenno what im tired of all dis bullshit-call uncle rey. tell him i like talk to him, cos faareals' i dont needda be stressing out on something that i have no connection to. brah dey can check my room if all i care, or my house wuhhevers' dey aint ganna find bullcrap. cos' i didnt take that damn phone in tha first place. dey wastin their time thinkin its me, cos like reality is i didnt take her phone. dey should be fucken lookin for someone else who took it. dey can bring dogs and wuhhever sniff my room haha if thats possible, wuhhevers'. i dont like it when i get blamed for somethinn that i didnt fucken do. & my mom told me she swears she saw it on tha box at her house-cos she saw her put it on dea; & like kay last night everybody was dea yeah & if i took it her cuzzin or wuhhever would have seen me take it-like thats something that you cnt not see; plus my mom was right dea next to me eatingg and takin storehh. grama & grampa too; like they wud have gareentee seen me. urgh this is givin me stress cos im givin my mom stress' cos dey blamin it on me; so like fuck idk; if dey like blame it & really think that i wud take her ugly ass buss up phone; THATS their problem thenn. cos' i wasting my time tryna prove dhat i never take shit cos i never.
LIFES A STRESSS; PEOPLE ARE BULLCRAP-ESPECIALLY IF DEY TURN THEIR BAK ON YOU & THEIR YOUR OWN DAMN FAM. WUHHEVERS; no more time foa dis crap.
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