Um, so. These are some of my clothes. Drying. On an ironing borad. Because for some reason, the dryer has decided to commit suicide. So today when I washed a bunch of clothes, I had to find creative places around the house to hang them. Currently, there is underwear hanging off of every doorknob in my room. And the Rockband drums are covered in socks. So that's cool. I should be an interior decorator. Just hang clothes EVERYWHERE. It looks nice.
I cleaned today. Woooo. I felt like a housewife. Except for not married. So just a house woman, I guess. Whatever. So I cleaned and washed clothes. And I made dinner. I have a very exciting life.
Also, today I remembered that Myspace exists, so I went on mine from FOREVER ago and found a bunch of old pictures. And there are pictures that I thought I hadn't backed up that were on the memory card that I lost. YAAAAY! I really love looking at old pictures that I've taken. I came across one album that contained photos of me wearing red eyeliner. Honestly, whoever let me buy red eyeliner is not a good role model. I kind of just want to go back in time and slap myself in the face. But, for anyone who cannot picture this awkward creepiness in your head, here's a photo:
And then, apparently the red eyeliner in itself didn't creep people out enough for me, so I started taking pictures like this:
Who knew I was a demon child? Oh, right... Everyone...
So, the Smiths gave my dad what is possibly the coolest ice tray ever. Yes, that's a thing. The cubes are shaped like guns. GUN ICE. I think the best part about it is that the little thing it came in says "Put a cap in your glass." HA. But yeah, here's that:
So that's a fun thing. It was pretty entertaining when I was pretending to shoot the dog with it and he snatched it out of my hands and tried to leave it on the floor, prompting everyone to yell "SAWYER! EAT YOUR GUN!"
Here's a picture of me when I was twelve.
This blog's gonna end really awkwardly... (Get it?)
"When life gets you down... Make a comforter."



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