This Is What I Did When I Got Home From Driver's Ed

Let me first start off this post by saying that both of you are currently out of town, and therefore have not read the previous couple of posts, so be sure to do that. And remember, it doesn't count as reading unless you comment, so BE SURE TO DO THAT AS WELL.

Anway, this is a detailed log of everything I did from when I got home from driver's ed at around noon today, until around 1:10. It was only me and Lydia that were home.

First I went up the stairs. Then I kicked my shoes off down the stairs. Then I went back down the stairs to put my bag on the steps. Then I went up the stairs. Then I went to the bathroom. Lydia had her music on loud so I sang while I was in the bathroom. It was Closer by Ne-Yo. Then I went into Lydia's room and laid on her floor. Then I changed the song she was listening to because it sucked. Then I looked at her desk. Then I picked up an empty container of Altoids and threw it at her. Then I picked up a weird ring-shaped something and spun it around on my finger. Then I changed the music again. Then I laid on the floor again and sang. Loudly. Then I went into the living room and started reading the newspaper. Then I went into the kitchen and sang loudly. The I got a pad of paper. Then I got a pen. Then I sat down on a chair in the dining room. Then I started writing down everything I did. Then I went into the kitchen and Lydia was there. I hit her with my pen. Paper Planes by MIA was playing in Lydia's room and the CD was skipping so I started singing "everyone's a winner" over and over. Then I opened the fridge and looked for food. I didn't find any so I closed the fridge. Then ten seconds later I opened it again and stared inside for awhile. I danced while I stared. Then Lydia brought a microphone out to me and showed me that it was broken. I screwed the top back on and it was fixed. Then I went into the hallway and turned on the light. Then I danced in front of the closet while I looked for food there too. I saw some bottles of root beer on the floor in there and started to rejoice excitedly because we rarely have root beer and we rarely have plain vanilla ice cream and we never have both but by some miracle we did today. I went to the kitchen and got some vanilla ice cream out of the freezer. Then I went to the cupboard. I selected a glass, then decided against it and selected a mug. I opened the silverware drawer but there were no spoons, so I got a spoon from the dishwasher. I opened the ice cream carton and spooned some ice cream into the mug. Then I picked up the bottle of root beer, but I realized it was warm so I put it in the fridge. Then I put the mug of ice cream in the freezer and put the carton away. I put the spoon in the sink. Then i rinsed the ice cream off my hands.Then Potential Breakup Song was playing in Lydia's room, so we both sang loudly. Then Lydia asked me how I got home from driver's ed because usually my mom is the one that drives us home, but today she was at work. I told her that I walked and she was incredulous, until I told her that it was a lie and Louisse's brother drove me. Then I opened the fridge and selected some turkey and cheese. Then I searched for some bread and eventually found some on the kitchen table. Then I looked for the cheese cutter for a long time before giving up and getting a knife. Then I complained to Lydia about how irritating it was to have to stop every few seconds to write down what I just did on the pad of paper that I was now keeping in my back pocket. Then I danced around for awhile, and reminisced to Lydia about how at homecoming no one really danced, just jumped. Then I jumped to show her what I meant. Then I went into Lydia's room and turned off her CD player because her music sucked and said that if we were going to listen to sucky music, we might as well listen to loud sucky music. Then I turned the radio in the living room on to KDWB, and promptly complained about the crap music that was playing. Then I poked Lydia with my pen on my way to the kitchen. Then I sliced some cheese. It was difficult to slice the cheese with a knife but I did it anyway. Then I put the cheese on the bread and then put some turkey on. Then I put the second piece of bread on, and buttered the top of it so it didn't stick to the griller, then I put it in the sandwich griller. Then I grabbed a plate from the cupboard. Then I looked through the multitude of chip varieties that we have in our house currently, and finally decided on Cool Ranch Doritos. Then Lydia showed me a plastic thing she made in Industrial Tech that she was going to throw away, and I used my pen to draw a Deathly Hallows sign on it before she did. Then the radio started talking about Twilight, so me and Lydia screamed simultaneously. I stomped to the radio and changed it to 96.3. The song that was playing on 96.3 sucked immensely, so I gave up on trying to listen to hit stations and turned it to The Current. Then I went to the kitchen again. I put some Doritos on my plate. Then I got a glass, retrieved the milk from the fridge, and poured some in the glass. I put the glass near the plate. Then I got some carrots from the fridge and put those on my plate again. Then I opened the sandwich griller to see if my sandwich was done. It wasn't. Then I went to Lydia's room. There was a stirring stick to stir paint with in her room, because she's painting her room, and I used my pen to write your mom on it. Then I threw the stick across her room. Lydia was confused. Then I walked/danced in slow motion down the hallway. Then Lydia said I was weird so I gave her a look. Then I checked to see if my sandwich was done again, and it was, so I unplugged the sandwich griller and quickly put the sandwich on my plate, quickly because it was really hot. Then I sat down at the table. Then I was lonely, so I picked up my plate and glass and napkin and brought it into the living room. Then I danced in slow motion again. Then I just plain danced, while sitting on the couch. Then I took some bites of my sandwich. Then Lydia was looking at a picture of Gabrielle Giffords the lady who got shot. She said that Giffords should grow her hair out because she looks weird with out it. I said that she just got shot in the head so of course she looks weird. Then Lydia said then why didn't she die. I had just taken a bite of my sandwich so I just shrugged because how am I supposed to know. Then I ate some Doritos. The water from the carrots must have gotten on them, because they were kind of wet and also very disgusting, and at that point I remembered why I didn't eat Cool Ranch Doritos before, which is because they're disgusting. I pointed to Lydia and then to the Doritos to ask if she wanted some, but she didn't really know what I was doing so I just asked her, and she said no. Then I licked some melted cheese off of my thumb. There was a Reader's Digest sitting on the coffee table, so I started reading an article about Sigourney Weaver, who always creeped me out, ever since she was such a creep in Baby Mama. I continued to eat Doritos while I did this, because I hate wasting food. Then I finished the article, which I mostly just skimmed anyway, and there was an article about this guy who got into a skiing accident or something, and it looked boring, so I stopped reading the magazine. Then I took my napkin, which was made of cloth, and whipped Lydia with it. Then I whipped her five more times. Then Lydia took my napkin, which at first I was confused about, but I now realize it was because I was whipping her with it. Then I wrested it back from her. Then I ate the carrots on my plate. Then I danced some more. Then the phone rang. I yelled at Lydia to turn the music down, which it took her a long time to do, for some reason. Then I answered the phone. It was my dad. He asked me what I was doing and I said eating lunch, then he asked me if my mom had called and I said no, and then I said bye and he said bye and I hung up the phone. Then I ate my sandwich some more. Then I dropped the very last bite. Then I picked it up. Then I ate it. Then Lydia was yelling at me from her room to come and help her. I pretended not to hear her. Then I drank the last of my milk. Then I breathed deeply. Then I brought my plate and glass and napkin into the kitchen. Then I put the chips away. Then Lydia called me again so I reluctantly went to see what it was that she wanted. On the way, I burped, which I don't normally do. Then I helped Lydia put this dresser shelf thing on top of her desk in the hallway, so that she would have room to paint later. Then I went into the kitchen and got the root beer out of the fridge and also the mug of ice cream. Then I poured some root beer on the ice cream. Then I tried to write what I did, but my pen ran out of ink. I went to the dining room to get a new one and I had to try four of them to find one that works. Then I decided that I didn't have enough ice cream in my mug, so I opened the freezer and got out the ice cream. Then I realized that I put the spoon in the sink, so I needed a new one. I looked in the silverware drawer again even though I knew there would be no spoons, and there were none, so I got one from the dishwasher again. Then I put more ice cream in my mug. Then I put the ice cream away and washed the ice cream off my hands again. Then I poured some more root beer on the ice cream. Then I was about to write what I did, but decided that I was done. So I stopped.