Oh, I love it.

I wasn't allowed to go to the pet store because "Chad had to have McDonalds." Chad doesn't need McDonalds. He's fucking fat enough as it is.

But, I whined enough, and I got to the pet store and bought some mice and crickets and mealworms. Yay.

I get home and Chad bitches at me because my grandma told him that I ate two of his French fries. Uhm, he had a large. I bet he didn't even notice they were gone.

And as soon as I finished feeding my snakes and Winston, Chad gets on me to move his fish and clean the tank. Yeah. His fish. Sorry. I take care of my million and one pets. Not his.

Oh, and then he says shit about how I save my pay check. I get paid like.. $100 every two weeks. Between my pets, lunch, helping mom out all the time, and all this extra scuba gear Chad insists that I get, I don't have a lot to put in the bank.
"I'm 25 and I don't save my money!"
"Yeah, I don't want to be like you."

So what if he wants to kill me? So what if it hates what I do? I'm my own person. Sort of.

Kevin and I hung out in the elevator today and made sex noises. We ran in place and messed each other's hair up before we went into class. As soon as we sat down I said, "Did you remember to zip your pants?"
Professor said, "If I had a dime for every time I heard that one..."
And all the kids behind us were like, "Oh, God. THAT'S what they've been doing?"
Because, it's not common sense to check elevators, apparently.

Aaaand, I love Kevin. He's a right doll.