yankneck (yankee+redneck)
Alright this is going to be about why Michigan is a redneck yankee state, and why i am such a freakin hick. Oh, and the course of my weekend. all rolled into one story! arent you special...
Alright Saturday. my dad wakes me up at 9:30!!... what the bloody hell?! he tells me that i cant be sleeping the whole summer away, and that i should go to bed late and wake up early "no dad... that would just be stupid, im supposed to stay up untill 8 or so ( in the morning mind you) and wake up at the earliest, 1 'o clock" "matt, shut up". so i get up... turns out we take a bike ride into town. not bad only 6 miles. we watch the jubilee, god oh god why. Most boring thing ever. You know your a hick when the best part of the parade, and the longest part is showing off tractors. I think the best part of that parade is the PT Cruiser disguised as a cat, that was a kick butt car. Ok *WARNING HICKNESS COMING UP* after that we follow the tractors, and watch all those tractors that were in the parade... do an old fashioned tractor pull!! AS:LSdsfl... WHY?! we dont live in georgia! or alabama! why are we doing a tractor pull? so redneck... after that we go to my sisters... and i avoid all those many people i know that live in the trailer park. We go home, another 6 miles, not bad. 12 miles.
SUNDAY
He wakes me up at 9:30 again, oh god. We take another bike ride into town. 6 miles, again not bad. 18 miles so far. We rent some movies and just goof around. Nothing HillBillyish today, another trek home, 24 miles.
SUNDAY NIGHT
Me and my dad take the car into town. We decide on the back roads. Great, we hit a bird, ok no problem just keep going right? nope! we go to the corner, turn around and gawk at the dead bird. we open the door, poke it and roll it around, and my dad says "yep... he's dead alright" and as we're leaving scene of the crime, my dad runs it over again!! we go to the store do our stuff, and take the backroads home. My dad, runs over the bird AGAIN (3 times!!) i look at him.. "what? he might have been in pain" "oh my god, dad... we're rednecks"
MONDAY
my brother threw my bro out of the house. the cops toe my brothers car cause he tried to drive it with no gas nor insurance, so he ran outta gas and left it in the middle of the road. >_<. But finally my dads car gets out of the shop. (YES!! I LOVE THAT CAR) We get home and me and my mom take off again to look me a jobs. i get a couple of applications. I'm trying to stay away from the fast food, cause my brother and sister has worked at every single one around here. But its not looking so good. Tuesday im trying "LANLords" in howell (computer shop). But i get home, and i check out some college stuff. I might be going to a college in florida, speciffically for game and grahpics design. but i dont know yet.
MONDAY NIGHT
Me and my mom go for a bike ride.... 15 miles... oh so, thats 39 miles i've bike rode over my weekend and monday, i do about 15 miles a day... add that up, and jesus christ matt you have no life
>_<
Alright, today i was supposed to get a pool, and my dads car back from the shop.First of all. The pool. Originally me and my parents went to wal-mart and said "hey thats a pretty big pool, we'll put it on lay-away". Well. They borrowed money from me! ME!! to put the freakin thing on lay-away. Two weeks later, still havent seen that cash, not to mention my parents are skipping on my allowance, if i have to do chores, then i want cash!! >_O We were supposed to get the pool out tuesday, but that didnt happen. We were supposed to get it out today (Friday) But no, again... my parents arent getting it yet like they said. rar. So no pool. And then my dads car was supposed to get out of the shop today.... NOPE. some guy rear ended my dad on the highway while he was stopped in traffic, the guy was going 40 kph into stopped traffic... what the hell?? so anyway, he cars been in the shop, and it was supposed to get out today, and it wasnt ready. so im all ready to jam with my dads Mach 2 stereo system in his car... and they arent finished!! >_<. We have another rental car. generic piece of monkey feces! :P. But i justgot back from a bike ride at about 7:40, and i fell, i fell and scraped my leg on the freakin gravel. and thats all i have for my complaining
Raindrops are falling on my head...
Since i always sing part of this song, i thought i'd putthe lyrics in here, so people actually know the words, and i know more than 2 lines.
Raindrops keep falling on my head,
And just like the guy whose feet are
Too big for his bed,
Nothing seems to fit.
Those raindrops are falling on my head,
They keep falling.
So I just did me some talking to the sun,
And I said I didn’t like the way he got things done,
Sleeping on the job.
Those raindrops are falling on my head
They keep falling.
But there’s one thing I know,
The blues they send to meet me won’t defeat me
It won’t be long till happiness steps up to greet me.
Raindrops keep falling on my head,
But that doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be turning red,
Crying’s not for me.
Cause I’m never gonna stop the rain
By complaining.
Because I’m free, nothing’s worrying me.
It won’t be long till happiness steps up to greet me.
Raindrops keep falling on my head,
But that doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be turning red,
Crying’s not for me.
Cause I’m never gonna stop the rain
By complaining.
Because I’m free, nothing’s worrying me.
Because I’m free, nothing’s worrying me.
Raindrops keep falling on my head,
Raindrops keep falling on my head,
Raindrops keep falling on my head.
Sunday the day after saturday!
Alright that day, had to do loads of lawn work, infact thats all we did. Since Dawn right up untill dusk. My brother the whole day was ridin my back, and pushing me around. We were raking uop branches and stupid crap like that. Well my brother and I go down the hill and into the woods to dump some crap and he pushes me. I land in a pile of pine needles... so i get up, get on the tractor, he's walkin up the hill... i chase him waving a stick around likea viking and bellowing about 5 ft away from him... and i missed him >_< . so close! but no... fat bro can run.
Saturday the 19th
Alright. Yesterday was the 19th. Spentthe whole day with my brother and my parents. Before i even was out of my bed there was problems. 1. my parents have been keeping max (my golden retriever) in my room, and i wake up all hairy and with a mouthful of fur. 2. my parents were argueing with my brother, about what? i don't care, put a pillow over my head and keep the Z's rollin. 3. the birds... of my god... the birds, its like having an alarm clock you cant throw against the wall. Ok finally out of bed at 12. throw on some clean clothes (they were folded, thats how i know), grab my CD player, some CD's and 2 books.( i was almost done with one, only 5 chapters,( about 100 pages) wont take me very long... 1 and a 1/2 hours? anyway, i get the crap and wait in the car with my spiffy if unorganized self. Wait there for a bit... oh god my sister pulls drive. We end up taking my Nephew with us only to have to drop him off cause cause me and my bro took up to much room..... i could have spared some room but... i was comfortable sleeping. anyway.. we drop him off and we return the rental truck because its a gas hog (my dad got into a car accident and we have to use rental car while our car gets fixed) so we get a taurus... a generic piece of ever loving crap. we get going and my brother keeps pushing me, and hitting me... so i ignore it with a dose of loud music and reading. an hour later my dad notices a defect in the car so every 5 seconds he's pressing hard of the brakes to hear the brakes screech so im gettin sick cause i havent aten the past 2 days ( wasnt hungry) we stop at some garage sales, keep gettin beat up, exchange for another generic taurus. OK so this taurus is good, we spend 3 hours going to garage sales and stopped at taco bell (hey im not sick anymore) but my brother keeps smoking so im hacking in the back seat, not to mention he's still beating me up... so my parents are pickin on his about not having a job im laughing. we eventually get to the point of haircuts, oh thankgod my hair is gone!!! my brother hits me in public ok, last straw, bam... nail him in the gut. he leaves me alone the rest of the day. we eventually get home and my parents argue again, and im sleeping on the couch with my sunglasses on.
Alright a try
Alright so i decided to try this and just put the contents of my dad into here. How spiffy can it be eh?
Alright. So Today, i slept untill about 11. I would have slept longer but my brother woke me up because my parents locked the door and he couldnt get it. I let him in... and try to sleep. Next thing i know he's buggin me about what i did yesterday and how i feel about being out of school, and if i have money. Im thinking... smoothly worked that into the convo. Of course i tell him no, i dont have any money, get the hell outta my room i'm trying to sleep you poo faced babboon, and i did actaully tell him that. he looks at my dresser thinger majig.... oh god, i forgot to put my cash away. "its mom and dads" so he questions about mom and dad leaving cash in my room... "its from when i went into the grocery store i never gave it back... go away im sleeping" so he leaves... comes barging back in later on the phone and just sits on my bed talking on the phone. Kick him out and put my spiffy new complex lock into work. I wake up later at 12:30. Cook some grub, and do my god forsaken chores.... oh god... chores... everyday.... not only that i have to wake up to birds everyday. But i eat dinner sometime later, and go for a bike ride... i've been on my computer off and on.... i went for another bike ride... and i just got back. On another note, i've been considering writing a book for about a year. But just when i figure out how to get it onto paper... brady makes his book... so if i start writing a book... people will think im just copying him. But i'm not, he's one of the people who gave me ideas to put it down. and thats all for today.
What?
What the hell, why do i have this "diary" crap. i go to post a comment on brady and chelseys and i have to create my own? what?!
