Chronicle of 7th Grade: 10/7 and 10/8
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dmxratedOctober 7, 1998 (Wednesday)
Tonight, Lucy had to eat on the doorstep because she rolled in something earlier today. She was scratching on the door, but we weren’t supposed to let her in. Mom gave her a bath before we all went to bed.
While the other kids were in bed, Mom called me into her room to see a show about autistic people. It turned out to be Channel 2 News.
Lucy was our dog back then, a black Labrador retriever. Died in February 2005.
October 8, 1998 (Thursday)
Tonight, Brian was watching Celebrity Deathmatch, and I came in to watch. It was some cowboy VS. Marylin Manson. The cowboy’s like “I’m gonna give you one punch for each of the United States of America. This one’s for Florida. This one’s for Texas. This one’s for Kentucky. This one’s for Oklahoma. This one’s for Montana. This one’s for Virginia. This one’s for Utah. This one’s for Puerto Rico, even though that’s not really a state.” Suddenly, Marylin Manson pulls the cowboy’s guitar. The cowboy’s like “Hey, watch it, that’s a gift.” Marylin Manson lets go, and the guitar slices the top of the cowboy’s head off, and then the cowboy’s brains fall out, and he’s dead. Meanwhile, Hanson’s on the balcony with a chainsaw, and they’re tearing eachother into pieces.
Suddenly, Dad came out of his room, and me and Brian went to bed, and he’s like “So, who’s idea was it to turn on Celebrity Deathmatch?”
As of yesterday, I have finished watching Cosplay Complex. I just brought it to the mailbox right now, and am planning on receiving disk 2 of Kanon.
Tonight, Lucy had to eat on the doorstep because she rolled in something earlier today. She was scratching on the door, but we weren’t supposed to let her in. Mom gave her a bath before we all went to bed.
While the other kids were in bed, Mom called me into her room to see a show about autistic people. It turned out to be Channel 2 News.
Lucy was our dog back then, a black Labrador retriever. Died in February 2005.
October 8, 1998 (Thursday)
Tonight, Brian was watching Celebrity Deathmatch, and I came in to watch. It was some cowboy VS. Marylin Manson. The cowboy’s like “I’m gonna give you one punch for each of the United States of America. This one’s for Florida. This one’s for Texas. This one’s for Kentucky. This one’s for Oklahoma. This one’s for Montana. This one’s for Virginia. This one’s for Utah. This one’s for Puerto Rico, even though that’s not really a state.” Suddenly, Marylin Manson pulls the cowboy’s guitar. The cowboy’s like “Hey, watch it, that’s a gift.” Marylin Manson lets go, and the guitar slices the top of the cowboy’s head off, and then the cowboy’s brains fall out, and he’s dead. Meanwhile, Hanson’s on the balcony with a chainsaw, and they’re tearing eachother into pieces.
Suddenly, Dad came out of his room, and me and Brian went to bed, and he’s like “So, who’s idea was it to turn on Celebrity Deathmatch?”
As of yesterday, I have finished watching Cosplay Complex. I just brought it to the mailbox right now, and am planning on receiving disk 2 of Kanon.