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Condo Trip

Went to our grandparents' condo for the weekend. It was nice. However...John made me angry. Surprised? Don't be. He does that anyway. So...Partied hard. Played some Zelda: Twilight Princess, bored...I mean board gamed it up mit me pappa. Um...Turned off phone for the trip, well, most of it, so was shocked when I had around 5 messages waiting for me. Um...yeah, I don't text as much lately. In fact, I think my texting rate, if I allow it to, is going to return to normal. Which is about 10-50 a week, not 250 a day...grr. So...Just writin to put stuff down now...
      Oh! Funny story. On our way back to the condo after a business party, my phone kept going off due to a dear dear friend of mine who insisted in texting me. I didn't have it on vibrate, so every time she...i mean he/she texted...nvm...my phone yelled out "Blarg!" Well, after a while, my brother got sick of it and simply said, "From now on, every time I hear the word 'Blarg' I will punch you." A minute or so later...my dad started saying "Blarg" over and over. I was continually punched. They weren't as soft as he used to hit me either. Not bruising, but still not comfortable. Nonetheless, my laughter increased and so did the reasons for him to punch me. For example, if I ever complained about the unfairness of the situation, I would be punched. If I hit John, I would be punched. If I punched Kyle...never did, but I'm assuming if I ever had, I'd be waking up in a hospital bed two weeks from now.
     John took more advantage of it than my father after that. He would say "Blarg", over and over, and eventually joined in the attacking of my arm. It was funny...yeah...so that's the story. G'Night! It's only 3:15am after all... :D

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