Ok, so all day I’ve been sitting in my PJ’s. I haven’t brushed my teeth, shaved, bathed, or done anything hygienic. Around 5:00, my mom bursts into my room. “WANT TO GO OUT FOR DINNER? Heidi just invited us all to go.” I respond, “SURE!” So she shuts the door. I look at my shirt… I have blood stains on it, because I was picking at a scab. Then I look at my PJ’s.. they have a giant cheese cake stain on the crotch. That’s because for breakfast, I had cheese cake.
Then I look in the mirror.. my hair is sticking straight up. I’m wearing my glasses. I can visually see plaque in my teeth. I look like a freakin’ pigsty. “OH WELL! Ready to go!” I throw on my John Deer hat, slip on some slippers, and walk to the car. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING?” My mom was raging. I laughed, and then decided to drive.
I walked into the restaurant; everyone at Mia’s looked at me when I sat down. My mom’s friend, Heidi, screamed, “MY GOD, ETHAN, WHAT’S WRONG?!” I laugh and then put my head on the table and go to sleep.
Today has been the laziest day of ‘07. Also, probably, the funniest non-Chill Town experience for me.
JUST THOUGHT I’D SHARE THAT WITH YOU ALL.