Hi. My name is Kerstin. And well, I have never written a diary or journal before. But I think I will refer to this as my “brain dump,” because I will write everything I do in here, like this morning I went outside to get the news for my parents. I was talking on the phone at the time, so I didn’t pay any attention to what I was grabbing, for I was too busy looking to see how much battery I had left on my phone. So I grabbed the first thing I felt. But, with my luck, it was DEFINETLY NOT the news, unless the papers had become warm, squishy, and smelled funny. I had just been pranked by the kids down the street again, for the fifth time this week. I had just grabbed a nice steaming pile of dog dookie. No, this was not the first time this had happened, but the third. Yes, I should have looked, and yes I should have learned from the other two times this occurred, but my text conversation was so good! I couldn't possibly take a break! I let out a sigh and where my mom proceeded to question me on how in the world this happened again. I was still on the phone, but now I was unable to text because my left hand was poo covered. “Seriously honey, you need to pay more attention! You’ll get worms, or dysentery or whatever else diseases that stupid dog has. Once you finish washing your hands could you go spray that off the porch.” I was almost done getting it out from under my nails when my dad walked in with a shoe in one hand. “Why is there dog poop on the porch. Again.” My mom let out a sigh, and explained to my dad what happened, and the entire conversation we just had. She took his shoe and scrubbed it off in the sink.
Lucky the newspaper had not been soiled by the brown monstrosity, so I threw that inside and hosed off the porch. “Man, this is gross. If I were a different person I would totally put a dirty diaper on their porch.” I thought about the look on their faces when they saw a poo on the porch and laughed to myself. But in my laughing, I accidentally tipped the hose up and gave myself a nice shower. I turned off the hose and wrapped it up. “Mom. I need a towel.” She was on the phone, so she passed me a towel from inside the house. I caught it with my pro skills (not) and dried off. I took off my shoes and left them outside to dry. I walked inside and went to my room to change, naturally because wet, soggy clothes are disgusting. I changed into my favorite shirt, which had a few stains on it because I wore it so often, and my favorite pants which were rather flowy and my dad actually taken to calling them "the baggy pantaloons". It always brought up a laugh or two from my sister and my mother. But to be honest, I found the nickname to be suiting for them.
I walked out and found myself in the middle of a toy tornado. My sister was sitting there in her Lego town, looking at me and saying; "Hey sissy! Will you play with me?" Yes, it was her room so she would have to clean it up later, but if I get involved I'll have to clean it up too! "Sorry, but I'm not in the mood to play right now." She looked up at me with disdain in her eyes, and said "Pretty please! I'll love you forever!" I thought about this and once again declined. "You never play with me!" I walked away, but she sped past me yelling for mom. I sighed and went into my room. I hadn't cleaned in a while, so it looked like a teenage train wreck had just thrown everything everywhere. I started picking the clothes up off my floor and throwing them into the laundry basket. It looked a whole lot better, but I had spent about an hour cleaning. I started at 3:30, and now it was 4:34. I walked into the dining room and told my mom I was about to take a shower if she needed me. After I had showered, I sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. "Breaking news! Man cuts hand during a tornado!" I laughed. "WHAT? THAT'S NEWS?!" The newsman not being able to hear me of course, because he was in a studio elsewhere, continued. "It is a non-serious injury." I thought to myself, 'Man. If only I could be in the news for something like that.' My thought was interrupted by dinner being but on the table.
Sept. 13th Cont. 6:52
After doing all the dishes after dinner, which was an excellent meal of meatloaf, I went back to the TV. I would have totally turned on Monday night football, but we didn't have stupid cable. Only the super cool people have cable apparently. But if that were true, I'd have it because I'm totally super cool. Well, at least in my head I am. I decided that I'd play video games for a while but, unfortunate circumstances arose. CHORES! While silently crying in my head, I did my three chores.
1. Clean the Kitchen
2. Clean my bathroom
3. Clean my room
Yes, I know that is nothing compared to what most kids my age (which is 14) have to do, but nobody likes chores. And I seriously mean nobody. But here's the even worse part. By the time I finished, It was 8:00. So even if I got on, we would eat in about half an hour and by the time I got everything cleaned up again, it would be about 9:30, so there honestly was no reason. Oh well. I set the table for dinner with help from my sister, and then we went our separate ways. I went to my room, and she sat on the couch with my dad. I got my blanket from my basket of stuffed creatures and proceeded to sit down on in my spot on the couch, and watch TV. Then we ate, cleaned up, and prepared for bed. And that journal is where I conclude my entry for this day.
Sayōnara =)
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