I took the car out on Saturday night. I was having a jolly good time, and was still in a great mood when I came home at 12:25 am. My parents, on the other hand, were not. Apparently they had been trying to call me for the last half hour to see if I was still alive. They were really irked when I didn't answer despite the following facts A) 12:30 was the agreed upon curfew B) I'm not suppose to talk on the phone while driving C) I had to give two people a ride home. In the heat of the moment, my dad changed the curfew to 12. I know it's not a big deal, but generally the most fun occurs between 11:30 and 12:30. Not to mention I came home at 1 last week, but I guess I was so much wiser and more responsible then.
*cough* I might add that the reason I didn't hear my phone was because I was blaring Linkin Park.
Anyway, I figure I'm just a foot rub away from a later curfew.
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Hey, you finally set up your comments again!
you shouldve told them you were stuck under a heavy object.
emily and myself certainly believed it...
Yay for Mary! I think.
...A foot rub? I would ask to settle for making them their favorite dinner, but hey. Whatever works.
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