Last day of my stupid,
stupid,
stupid grounding.
I kid you not, this has been the
FREAKING LONGEST WEEK OF MY FREAKING LIFE.
My mom just recently talked to me and was like,
"What did you learn from this?"
"Well, I learned being grounded sucks."
"Well yeah. But what else."
"That I should call you before I go ANYWHERE."
"Yes. See Brett, this punishment needed to be worse than the thing you did so you know not to do it again. And so you don't want to."
This is what was running through my head though.
(I DIDN'T DO IT ON PURPOSE THOUGH! This punishment was much more harsh than it should have been. MUCH. MORE.)
You see, my audience, I didn't miss weeding because I wanted to. I merely forgot to call my parents to tell them I left to my friend's dad's house, and yet I got this absolutely ludicrous punishment.
Because, honestly, if I accidentally do it again. (Not saying I will, but I'm just scared it might happen again. Because I do lots of things without realizing it. Actually scratch that, I forget to do lots of things without realizing it until the next day.)I might just want to do it again in spite if I get grounded again. Or I will leave. This didn't help much. I was merely miserable. But I'm serious when I say that. I don't disobey my parents on purpose. I'm really not as bad as they think I am. I do try to abide by the rules! But a little lenience would be nice. Because I make mistakes a lot.
Poops.
Well, at least it's over.
And the next week, I will be spending EVERY DAY AWAY FROM MY HOUSE.
And it will be beautiful.
Yesterday I slept over at my aunts house, and it was a great time! We watched Princess Bride, (That movie is so funny!!! I haven't watched it for a while!) ate TONS of popcorn, and drew with crayons! My aunt is the bomb diggity! Well, all of my aunts are the bomb diggity.
Surprisingly enough, I'm in a much better mood. It's kinda hard to tell, isn't it? I guess I'm really just an overall negative person.
Big whoop.
I AM SO EXCITED TO BE FREE. Sorry I mentioned this again, but it's something that I'm really happy for.
I also keep getting really irritated at the fact that a WHOLE FREAKING WEEK of my summer was WASTED. And yet I still have ANOTHER campout. But I will use every weapon in my arsenal to prevent me from going. I hate camping. It's such a waste of time. I don't care if I'm on the freaking committee, I'm still not going to go. (I like to say freaking, don't I?)
I keep hurting because I was reading a friend of mine's posts, and I can tell she's going through quite a bit. The problem is that there's not much that I can to do help her. She's someone I respect a lot, and some one I love, so I don't like seeing her in this situation. Any advice? I really just don't know what to say, which is surprising, because I usually do. At least I think I do . . .
My sanity will return next week. CHEERS! FREE DRINKS FOR ALL.
Well, good day to all.
Remember! Everyone hates tattlers! The difference between telling and tattle telling is that telling is for the good of the person being told on. Example-The person is doing drugs, thus you tell someone. Tattle telling is when you tell for the benefit of yourself or because you want the other person to get into trouble. Example-You merely THINK a person has played over their time limit on games, but you aren't sure, but you tell anyways. IT'S BECAUSE YOU WANT THAT PERSON TO GET IN TROUBLE. THINK ABOUT IT.
Tattle telling is selfish. And annoying.
So don't do it.
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