Home Alone.

Saturday morning [[yesterday]] my parents, grandparents, and brother took off to Long Beach. Yeah, I was supposed to go, but there was no room for me, and I wasn't going to take my own car with gas being so ridiculously priced. Anyway, all was well, then my mom calls. Okay, and she called me at eight people. She told me to have a party. I was like, "Uh, I hate parties, why should I?" Then she goes, "I just don't want the house to be lonely." Like the house cares? Well I don't like being alone either, so I decided, what the heck. Dree and I started texting and calling people to come over. The whole time I was like, "Why am I doing this? I don't even like parties." I know, I'm stupid. Then apparently everyone hates me because a friend of mine calls and says, "Hey, well I was inviting people to your place and everyone is kind of just confused that you would be having a party." So I was like, "Well just forget it then, tell everyone nevermind. I have enough people here I don't care." That is how my party turned into a kickback, and my weird ass friends entertaining themselves with the animals on my street. Haha! It was pretty funny, I went outside to the front with everyone and they were like, trippin' out on a star that apparently disappeared a second before I went outside, then it came back. Yeah, everyone left around twelve-thirty because there was like two other parties in Cutler, and a Sweet Sixteen in Dinuba. I didn't care because I still had Dree, Jose, Jackie, and Steven. We watched V for Vendetta until it was like, almost two. Then my parents called and said they were in Tulare. So they all left, I took Dree home, then went to Burger King. Haha! Okay okay, I was totally starving, gosh. Michael Huerta was driving by me on the way back to Orosi and I was just totally trippin' out on him, or his car, I don't know. I swear I thought I seen someone in his passenger seat, then I looked again and he was alone, but yeah, oh well.

This morning was funny though. I guess somebody didn't throw out their alcoholic beverage bottle, and left it in my gutter! My mom ran over it this morning and she was like, "One of your friends left their beer bottle in the gutter and I ran over it." So I was like, "Good job, mom. It wasn't mine, and don't bother asking whos it was because I don't know. I was inside most of the time." She's weird. Anyway, this is a super long post, and I hate posting super long. Time to get ready for work, toodles!