Why, waddup? (:
So, my days are routined. I feel like my Grams.
Ever since she left my family to escape into luxury, i'm left to do all the chores.
I'd prolly say it sucks to have do to the chores but really, i don't mind.
Which is like really weird. Like what teenager don't mind doing stuff her 60+ Grams does? My sister thinks its time i find me some boyfriend. I'm like wth.

Like that'll change me!.. You know,I'm so weird sometimes, its not even funny.

So anyway, i think i have a point in blogging tonight.
Or do i? Well, maybe not.

Okay i've officially lost my point in blogging. See how weird i can be?

So anyway, (again) here's what i do everyday.
(not that any of you will give a shit. i just feel like telling, okay?!)

1 Wake Up.
2 Youtube-ing through BB.
3 Finish whatever book read the night before.
(Interrupted by Mom's call & endless questions & response will be my annoyed grunt)
4 Do laundry.
5 While waiting for it to be done, prepare breakfast and eat.
6 Fold clothes.
7 Make the bed.
8 Laundry's done, dry wet laundry.
9 Wash dishes.
10 Wipe kitchen clean.
11 TV - CM & HIMYM & whatever's on.
12 Bathe.
13 If hungry, eat whatever you can find.
14 If not, start reading whatever book's left.
15 Finish book as Mom reached home.
16 Watch Tv.
17 Read another book.
18 Youtbe-ing through BB.
19 Talk to yourself about whatever's bothering you.
20 Get real sleepy from self-talking & sleep.

Repeat the 20 steps.
So that's what i do everyday; very routined.
I won't even get up on my fat ass to go downstairs.

Here's where i sigh and complain & be all whiny like some chick who's upset that her lipgloss isn't glossy enough. But here's the thing. I won't sigh or complain 'cause i really don't mind. Which is again, very weird.

But of course, none of this makes sense to anyone else.