It's not Slacking When There's Nothing You're Supposed to be Doing

Not much is going on. I'm enjoying my lack of actual stuff to do.

Every conversation my parents have always ends up being about house construction. It's getting a little old. And I'm ready for construction workers to not be in the house.

I dodged a major bullet. My parents, worried for my safety, wanted all the house doors to be locked so the construction workers would have to knock and wake me so that I could open the door for them. This entire plot was for my safety...no strange men in the house alone with a sleeping me. But I did not like the whole "waking me up" aspect of the plan. As concerned as my parents are for my "virtue," my father's actual use of the word "virtue" made me feel like I belonged in an 18th century novel. Sigh.
I've been plotting about my father's gift. I think it'll work out. If only my art skills were advanced beyond those of a 12-year-old....

My mom and I will never agree on a movie that we both want to see. Ever. But at least my taste is SO much better than hers.

That is the extent of the interesting in my life.

Oh, and Alan owes me a meal. Ha. I win. Loser. *sticks tongue out at you then laughs evilly*