well today was pretty much normal when waking up i guess you could say. uherm well i watched an episode of made, that show is pretty cool. it was an anime freak chick, that wanted to be superbingly girly. she was the head of her japanese club, where everyone called her sensei. she flew from oregon to california, to go with her made coach to the beach. she met two guys and one guy asked, "do you play and computer games?" she said, "yes, world of warcraft." i was like... wow, shes so dope, which server HAHA. anyways, that was a good episode. when my little brother arrived he was wearing my clothes, i got mad, but after we biked 4 blocks down to the park. 2 bikes 1 skateboard. uherm we pretty much talked about jadine, and how two faced she was being. i finally uploaded some photos and songs to my phone. edison broke the brakes on my dad's new bike. luckily i fixed it. i was in the basketball courts, comparing the back brakes of my dad's bike, to my brother's bike. i pulled a couple of strings, and it works, TADA. we went back home the long way, its pretty fun feeling the breeze especially going down hill. well we left cousin miko home for a bit and edijay and i went on a little joyride ourselves. but the little boy fell. my dad came running out, you know filipinos. well he was okay, so we went around the block a different way, just to try new things. so then edijay went back, i was like "where are you going?" he says, " just go ahead with out me." i was like nah... im gonna wait. so i took a u-turn toward to where he was located, and then he came back and blasted off. he kept looking back at me, that there was a car in front of him at stopped for him, and he wasn't even at a stop sign. thank you mister, edijay you're dumb. so then i told him to go left, he went right, so it was a short ride. i told him he doesn't know what hes doing, he almost got hit. and then he said why am i making stuff up for? that none of it even happened. okay, first im not stupid. don't cause drama, or make a mountain out of a mole kid. what is my motive to making him mad? its for his safety. the whole thing was blown out of proportion. i remember that he had my shirt on, so then i wanted to gather all my shoes, and then sort them in my shelves under my bed. sort out of momentos in my closet. sort my clothes, pants, and everything. so because he made me mad, i actually got alot of cleaning and organizing done, thanks but no thanks also.
