The Time We Spent.

Man I hate funerals.

My hormonial teenage girl body doesn't take to kindly to all that, see what I'm speakin'? There's only a few good things about funerals: Family, Family, and Family. But then they go back home and you go back home and then your iPod's battery starts runnin' low and you can't find your book that you brought and you always look a mess because you've been cryin' because well, you're a hormonial teenage girl and you phone's always in and out of service and most of your friends are in class anyway and your brother's always ont he computer and so you have to go to the one out in he lobby and so you're not lonely you take your iPod so and that wears the battery down even more and then a song like Napoleon Says by Phoenix comes on and you're all tryin' not to sing and tryin' not to look a fool rockin' out to it, because it is, after all, such a happenin' song. But there's still things to look forward to. Tonight, for insance, my brother and i are trying to persude my parents to take us to The Manhattan. Allow me to tell you the wonders of The Manhattan. When my grandparents had their 50th rememberance of being married, basically the entire family went and ate there. But that, however, is not the special thing about The Manhattan. The special thing abou The Manhattan is their GOBLETS. Big, ol' GOBLETS. When we go there tonight, I shall take pictures. They also used to have these Gaint rocking horses. Sadly though, they are now in one of the shop windows around town square waiting to get new cloth on them, or something of that sort. But anyway. There's a few pros and cons. Or somethin' like that.