Please slap me

I am seriously falling asleep at 7:30 on a Saturday night. How gay is that?! My parents and I are watching the boys. We went to Portage today for a picnic. I woke up at 10:30 (I couldn't go to sleep last night! I finally fell asleep at two.) and the boys were there. I went swimming with Noah and helped my mom get things around for the picnic. We left around one something or other and we just now got back. SO TIRED. I think I'm going to take a nap now. So bye.

HOLY LAIDERHOSEN BATMAN!

Oh man. I am so tired. We went to Lansing today to get school clothes. I got seven shirts, and two pairs of skinnyish jeans. I got a shirt that has Edward Cullen from Twilight on it! EEP! I got a binder that if you look at it for too long then you might get a headache, or throw up, depending if you move it. Whoa, I'm dizzy just thinking about it! It's cool though, even if when I barf on it, it will be ruined. That sucks. My sister kept calling me annoying and my mom didn't help. She got her high annoying voice out and was like... No, that's not cute, mom, because you like it! *Sniff. I love my family. Oh! Speaking about family, Noah and Evan are coming to spend the night tomorrow, AT NINE IN THE MORNING. Twitch. And they aren't going home until like noon on Sunday. Joy. The last weekend of my summer, with the boys. Hey I love them and all, but... DANG IT! What suckish luck.

You don't know CHUB?!?

Chub is my belly. He sticks out, and he is kinda fun to poke.

I totally have a six pack... under Chub.

CHUB IS A FOOD BABY!!!!

I've decided when I have a kid I'll name him/her Chub. Chub The Chub.

Man too much Mountain Dew?

Oh my gosh. BELLY ACHE! Maybe that mountain dew wasn't such a good idea. I love mountain dew but.... love hurts.

Hello, my name is Brittanie, and this is CHUB

Yes so Alyson told me to have a topic on a post be how I talk to myself. Just another reason that I am a loser. Ok so I talk to myself. But maybe you already knew that because no one reads my blog. TOTALLY A LOSER. I actually had an argument with myself once. It was violent. Aly still makes fun of me for it. I talk to myself more when there is other people around. Like I'll remind myself for stuff. Or make fun of other people. And when I read I read random things out-loud. I have multiple personalities. One scary, one bubbly, and one boring. One that pays attention,and one that slacks off. One that's pretty funny, and one that's only makes herself's laugh. And they're all losers!

..... Crap!

Ok, so we are having our first marching band performance. I swear we are the best part of the football team. THEY SUCK!! But we did win the Homecoming game last year for the first time in ten. Then we won like one other game. Joy.

Anyway I'm not really nervous at all because we are just playing in a box. Yes in a box, like on the side of the road, accompanied by a smelly homeless dude. A BOX POSITION YOU DUMMY! *Sniff... I'm ok.

OH AND ALYSON IF YOU ARE READING THIS... NO KENT CRACKS!!! Stupid Heather. Long story and I don't have that much time.

By the way, these are the kind of things I hate. I SEE PEOPLE ALL THE TIME NOW! Stupid people. They are everywhere!

Anyhoo, it will be fun hanging out with all of my friends. Oo! I should ask mom for some pickle money. THEY HAVE MONDO PICKLES! They are HUGE! Did you know if I got pop today, I would have had pop everyday since like Saturday. That's weird for me. That's weird for my mom. Whoa, off topic....

We lost the Moon

so.... Well me and my mom went looking for the moon at about midnight. You know to see if we could see Mars. Well we looked around the front yard in complete darkness, then we got in the car and drove around for five minutes. JUST LOOKING FOR THE DANG MOON! We couldn't find it anywhere! We both felt like people were going to think we were CRAZY. Or out looking for our dog. So then we started calling the moon.
Moon, where are you moon?
We could just see us getting pulled over because we were just driving around suspiciously.
No officer we were just looking for Mars. Have you seen it?

We are thinking that email was a hoax. Great. I feel so smart now.