Pero el chico no es mi hijo!

The title of this post is a line out of a famous song.
That I translated into spanish.
I actually did it without even thinking, which was cool. I realized I was singing the chorus in spanish, and when I went online and double checked that I was using the right words, I was proud of myself.
Guessed the song yet?
No?
Pulled out google translate, you little cheaters?
No?
Lemme break it down for you then.
Pero - But
el chico - the kid
no es - is not
mi hijo - my son

Now sing it and start moon-walkin', because you're Michael Jackson, and you subsequently knocked up Billie Jean! In spanish!
Billie Jean is not my lover, she's just a girl that thinks that I am the one. But the kid is not my son!

Just for the record, famous songs translated into Spanish is not the topic of today's post.
Instead, today's post will focus on whatever the hell I feel like focusing on.
If I want to talk about rocks, we're talking about rocks.
This is MY BLOG.

I should actually do the majority of this post about rocks.
Then those people that just skim my posts will be like "Yeah, I like rocks too!"
And then I can CALL YOU OUT, SKIMMERS.No no, I wouldn't do that.
(Yes I would)

Let's start the actual blog post with an account of my weekend.
I'll condense it, for the sake of all humanity.
On Friday my dad came over, we watched movies, did what we always do.
Tiffany was super-b*tch this entire weekend though.
That night she started getting out of her bed and walking around my room and causing mayhem.
She'd meow and meow. I finally threw a pillow at her and she crawled back into her bed.
Yeah, see? I'll make a great parent.
"MOMMY I'M HUNGRY" *throws pillow*
That'll show 'em.

On Saturday Drew took the bus up here, and we played video games and fought about petty things.
I don't know why we do it. I don't know why we do it AGAIN 5 minutes later. We always manage to have these stupid arguments.
But I always win.
I'm dominant.
I'm like the lioness, and he's the gazelle.
Except instead of ripping into his jugular, I question his manhood.
Same thing if you really think about it.
(Drew, if you read this, which you might end up doing, laugh and realize it's a JOKE)
(Or else you're a little girl)
(Oh sh*t I did it again)
We did have a fun time, though. We're so used to having stupid fights that we blow them off.
In the end, he left his sunglasses at my house.
So I did what any good friend would do. I said finders keepers and wore them to school.
In fact, just to be mean, I wore them everywhere.
Of course I'm giving them back tomorrow, but I had to get my Lee germs all over them first.
*wipes nose, wipes glasses*
I kid, I kid.Mi cabeza tiene en dolor! (Someone tell me if that's correct. My head is in pain.)

Okay, on a side note, my mom just answered the phone saying "Obi Wan, are you with the force?!"
I love my mom.

On Sunday I went to church. Just decided it was time to go back.
Plus I wanted to wear something pretty, and sweats eating ice cream in my bedroom just weren't cuttin' it.
After the rousing time of singing hymns...
Ahaha, why lie about church?
My old friends and I went outside and stood there and talked the entire service.
Boo hiss on me, but my belief is that I pray every night, and God isn't going to judge me for standing outside of the church.
And if he does... well there's nothing I can do about it in the end, huh?

Anyway, after a rousing day of standing, I came home and did what I do best in this world.
I could get an award for this...
I slept. I was actually in the process of passing out when I took this picture.
I don't even remember taking it to be honest, I woke up with my phone smooshed to my face and "Flightless Bird, American Mouth" playing in my earphones.

And now it's today. And today was just... nothingness. History test, I'm going for a B.
Sociology half-project. First group finished, so score there.
And now we're here.
I'm itching to go lay down and watch the seasons of Robot Chicken I downloaded to my flash drive to play on my xbox.

So here's my current pics:My skin's a little red from my medicine, but I know you guys don't judge me.
And here's Tiffany's current pics. She's sitting on my desk looking out the window.