Pfff, it's not June 12!

Shit, i was wrong again; i guess it is. Well I've left so much of my delightful weekend out of the cyber world it's almost leaking in from the real world, just through the fine cracks. i never use bold text because i think it's not something i came up with nor is it something i've ever used in the past, but this entry needs bolding.
My mom doesn't know how to handle money. No seriously, mot kids could say that their parents don't know how to handle money because they won't bum some money or something, but my mom isn't anything of the like. She's honestly spending too much money on eating out--she's a big lady, "big girl"--at her favorite fast food places around the the area: Mcy-D's, Wendy's, Taco Hell's, Burger King's, Arby's, and even KFC (that's now kitchen fresh chicken because i'm guessing the kentucky people didn't want to be associated with the bullshit behind KFC and their's fattening of America). So, the power was off for almost a whole day and a little of the next, while I tried to have Stephanie and David spend the night, creeping through the silence hum of the house to get in and out late at night. If you've ever had the power out at your house, you realize that there are so many little noises going on around the house that end up muffling in your advantage, and if you haven't, let me further my explanation for this statement. Silent hum is the best phrase for describing the silence in a powerfree/amish house. First off, when the power is off in any rooms in the house that don't have windows, it's almost entirely pitch black, blacker than night. This can only mean the rooms without windows, the bathroom, the closets, my old room, the bathroom, you must fumble and frantically search for toilet paper under cabinets, when you're not sure you have any toilet paper because you're mom might not have had the money to purchase any before this power outage occured. I realize, I probably should have thought this through before i went to the bathroom, but when you really have to go, you'll go anyways, no matter if it's dark or not. So there i was on my knees with shit on my ass, looking in the cabinets, trying not to say anything too damning or obscene with shit on my ass. Well, to make this end on a good note, i found the toilet paper.
I got to go swimming at Emily's place. Yeah, and i got to see Stephanie in a bikini. It made me realize that bikini's are pretty much just undergarments with pretty, bright colors in nice designs. There were fat lady moms, dogs, and little toddlers with mohawks. It was a fun, exciting, kinda disease-filled day. It was hot too... but it's summer and that should be assumed.
Cigarettes SUCK!