life, in a scallop shell

Today, my sister's coming home from France. So my parents left to pick her up, and I have carp to do. Officemax called me today to let me know that all the positions have been filled. Thanks a carping lot. I mean, that was great. I had to go there yesterday just so they'd call me today to let me know that they suck. Well, they didn't say that, but I know that's what they meant. You know, listening between the lines and such. So I also have to go to the library (oh carp, library, Katie works there. I knew there was a reason I had a feeling against going there) and get a copy of a page from the newspaper from last week that has a picture of the Eiffel Tower after there was a fire on it, on one of the restaurants that is has. Gah. And, sometime this week, I need to clean my room (fat chance, because my room is really messy), dig up some roots from a tree my dad took down (because you know, he can't do it himself), and go to the bank and get a check for my tuition at Drew because my dad put the money into my account (because, again, he can't do it himself).

The milk smelled bad today when I went to make cereal. Well, not make, but combine cereal with milk in a bowl. So I had to eat my Apple Jacks (the new ones with blue carrots that are not carrot-flavored) dry. Well, I drank sprite with them.

I have a cut on the side of my tongue, and it's bothering me. It's back by my molars, and it keeps bothering me.

I've got to go do stuff now. Stupid stuff.