Being woken up after a long night by your slaphappy sister is not as fun as it sounds.

So, honestly, people who say that Lady Gaga has talent make me really angry. She has talent? Where is she hiding it? In her gigantic meat suit? Or is she hiding it in her huge sideburns from when she dressed up as a man for the VMA's? Or it COULD be what I've always thought. She's not hiding her talent anywhere. She just doesn't have any talent whatsoever.

But seriously. If you ever tell me to my face that Lady Gaga has talent, I'm going to punch a hole through your life.

So anyway. Sally woke me up the past two mornings in a row. I'm not saying that it's a bad thing. I'm just saying that it's a really annoying thing. I love Sally to death, but she's really goddamn annoying. And she knows it too, so it's okay. So I never really know what the HELL she's talking about, because I'm never really awake when she busts into my room, but apparently she was talking about how she wanted me to go the mall with her. Of course, I paid her no attention. Because, in all honesty, I just wanted her to go away. Now, I'm going to type out the conversation. But before I do, I need to give the background. Anybody who is anybody knows that the Kingston mall is suffering hardcore. Like, you hear crickets when you walk in the front door. It's like a goddamn morgue. Anyway, this is how the conversation went:

Sally: Wake up! Get out of bed!
Me: Yeah, sure, okay.
Sally: What are you doing today!?
Me: I don't know.
Sally: GAP has a sale today, I'm going shopping. Will you come?
Me: I don't know.
Sally: What time does the mall open!?
Me: Ten. What time is it right now?
Sally: Perfect. It's 9:30. Get out of bed, let's go now! I want to beat the crowds.

Now, there are many things wrong with this whole conversation. 1) I am not awake during this entire conversation. Like, my eyes are closed and I'm drifting in and out of dreams. 2) Sally is officially retarded because these "crowds" that she refers to do NOT exist at the Kingston mall. If by "crowds" you mean "two people and the occasional old couple who don't even know where the hell they are", then yes, Sally, let's beat the crowds. And of course, 3) I can't get out of bed until you leave my room because I am, in fact, in my underwear. As in I'm not wearing ANY pants. So get out.

The funny thing is, as she was waiting (and getting impatient) for me to get up, she went out on my balcony. I heard her sit on my rocking chair. Then, about two SECONDS later, came back into my room and had the NERVE to say "your rocking chair needs some sort of padding." To which of course, I reply with the all so obvious "your ass needs some sort of padding." BAH ZING! Check AND mate.

So the Playstation 2 game "True Crime: Streets of LA" has resurfaced. Schroeder and I used to play it pretty much every waking moment and we thought it was awesome because you can kill people, fight people, run people over with your car, run ANYTHING over with your car (trees, signs, benches, people, grandpas, grandmas, pimps, hoes, and then some) and totally get away with it. To put it lightly, it's stress relief. Also, if you laugh uncontrollably when you are doing any of the above, people WILL think you're mentally unstable and get a little worried. But honestly, I'm not going to lie. After a bad day, you want to shoot somebody who is walking straight towards you point blank in the face? Do it. It's fun.
As long as you don't do it in real life I guess, because I think that gets you in trouble.

I was playing last night and Lucy made some sort of comment about how video games influence children in a negative way and blah blah blah. But hey. We turned out fine.

Song of the day: Anything off of Ratatat's "Classics" That is all.


-Jenny.