"I'm wrapped in the depths of these deeds that have made me..."

"...I can't break the sound from my head though I try,"

Lord will this night ever end? I can't stay asleep and the whole giant house is empty. I don't get to have Deedee the Dog here with me to be my buddy because Hunter said he'd just keep her over until Aunt G. gets back from Puerto Vallarta. So I didn't even need to come here, but I didn't want to be at my house right now, seeing as how my room looks empty and violated after Aunt Jean the Dictator decided to bulldoze the Grandparents into making the basement into another living room and so, steal my couch and recliner out of my room, then stuff my room with everything from coats to empty boxes to a bed frame that she was storing over here. I really don't get the Dictator and her husband- the day (Friday) was spent being mocked and insulted for wanting my room kept the same and watching my grandparents being taken advantage of. God, I could so go into this, but I'm getting off topic.

So anyway, came over here with the excuse of letting Connie in to work on Aunt G.'s new office (used to be her "husband" of 20 years Uncle Jeff's room, but he ran off, so ha! Take that Uncle Bucky! :( ... ), then stayed with the excuse of watching over the house. So it feels like I haven't had human contact since about 1 p.m. There's no food here besides birdseed bread, diet Coke, and frozen meat. This house is so dark and cluttered. I should have gone to Rite-Aid and gotten some food, but I'm lacking in $$$, so I just heated up a can of beans. Then at about 7 p.m. or so I began feeling like puking might be in the near future, but of course I can't do it, because I have to be extremely sick to throw up. I lost touch with all my P-town friends, so I don't even have anyone to call and chit chat with. If that's even possible to do for me. I am not a phone person. My phone conversations are usually all some variation of, "Hi, how are you? So, ... how are you? Oops, I already asked that. I guess I'm just calling because I need to know ___________. Ok, thanks, bye." I'm not a good converser.

Summary: So I'm alone in an empty house that's not even mine on a Saturday night and I can't sleep.

I guess it's better than being the homeless junkies that have their van parked outside in front of Aunt G.'s house.

In other news, I've been spending an embarrassing amount of time today watching the counter increase for the Muppet quiz! Yay! Sometimes the internet is cool.

But I still feel not good. /bitching and moaning

WOW!

While I was sleeping, the muppet quiz broke the 1000 mark! So far, it's been taken 1009 times!

[*Puts on Annoying Know-It-All hat*]

Ok. This is very simple.

YOUR is a possessive pronoun. You use it as a sign of ownership, as in, "Your beef is getting cold," or "she took your love, she took it down."

YOU'RE is short for "you are", as in, "You're a poser, Avril Lavigne," or "You're Harry Potter's used kleenex."

ITS is a possessive pronoun, as in, "The tree grew, its leaves stretching skyward," or "We're its only hope."

IT'S is short for "It is," as in "I know, it's only rock and roll, but I like it," or "It's always the quiet ones."

I understand that it's cool to be lazy with one's grammar, but sheesh, this is simple stuff. Argh.