My Life

7-21-12

I begin the day by watching Pewdiepie play Amnesia before I go to sleep. At 1:30 a.m. I decided to sleep. (which is early for me o-O)

My dream: *travels into a sewer which turned into a glass walled building*

people traveling with me: *loads guns*

me: *grabs a partner* let's go.

After minutes of walking around

*a person with the name INFECTED hovering above their head (yes, I was dreaming video game related xD) ran up to me and my partner and started barfing out acid*

We managed to kill it, and we both had very low health. Just then, 3 more of those motherfuckers appeared. The 3 infected killed my partner and they turned to me. Just then, I saw a subtitle that said "You're next, BITCH!" and I woke up at 11:34 a.m. xD

I missed b-fast and I wasn't willing to miss lunch. So I got off my oh-so-comfertable bed and shuffled my feet to the kitchen. To my surprise, my dad made BACON WRAPED HOTDOGS :D! I started up my Xbox while I microwaved the hotdog and some rice. I sat on my beanbag with my lunch and began playing Skyrim.

After 3 times my game froze, I just rage quit. Guess my Xbox doesn't like me giving 40 arrows to Lydia -___-"

Continuing off my day, I sat infront of the computer gaming with my online friends.

At round 5:00 p.m. my mom woke up and got all up in my jock about not cleaning up the house. As she turned around, I made a face at her. Retarded and childish, I know xD Even though she pisses me off so much, I still love her.

After I finished cleaning, I sat down infront of the computer. As soon as I sat down, mom told me to help her cook dinner. Damn xD I released a huff and got off my lazy ass to help her cook.

It was fun, expecially since I got to make the flan, YAY! x3

I was bored stirring the sugar with a knife. Once mom put the now liquid and broze colored sugar (that has magicaly transformed into somethnig we all know and love- CARAMEL! :D or so I think it is o_O) I looked at the knife with the dripping melted sugar.

Hmm..

I poked it xD it felt burning hot >.< but it was cooling off and felt like tree sap. I wanted some melted sugar....so I scraped off a stroke of it with my left index finger. The caramel wraped round the tip of my finger and, boy, did that burn like hell.

BAFAMUSIOHNIA was all I had to say as I was flapping my hand as fast as I could. I quickly licked the caramel off and it burned my tongue, but not as much as my poor finger ;_; it's 11:23 p.m. now and it still hurts >.<

LEARN FROM ME! DON'T TOUCH CARAMEL RIGHT WHEN YOU FINISHED STIRRING IT FROM THE OVEN! ;___;