It's a Sno' K Day

So it's Friday, around 4 when I get home from school and find out Olivia has her friend over and they're up in her room watching some werid youtube video about a prank call. I have the brillant idea of going out to eat Japanese before my sister and her friend go to a movie (you know, the typical middle schooler cliche). So we ask our mom when she gets home from my dad's office if us three, Olivia and her friend and myself, can go eat. Mom and I got in this argument about something that to this day doesn't make any sense. So she left and Olivia said something about it being all my idea so I yell at her to call my dad and ask if he would pick up Olivia, her friend and go get our cousin after we go eat. After many calls sent to voicemail and a lot of convincing words directed toward my mother, we were finally allowed to go eat and the come STRAIGHT HOME at 6:30 (now why would she not trust a sixteen year old with an intermidate license is beyond me. haha). So I drive us to Ninki's, the one of the best places to eat Japanese food ever invented besides Fugi, but we were on a tight schedule and didn't have enough money for expensive, yet terribly delicoius food. So as we got our table, my sister and I decided to get a dinner for two, which came with two egg rolls with our soup and salad. While I was politely eating my salad and chatting with her friend, Olivia grabbed an egg roll and like rolled it one of the two sauces supplied. AND. DOUBLE. DIPPED. My anger flared, but then kept my cool for her friend's sake. So we got our dinner and I was halfway finished when I checked my phone to see what time it was. 6:37. "OH CRAP," I thought. We asked for boxes and the check and the waitress was quick about it, thank goodness. I had not even a fourth of my dinner left, Olivia's friend has like five bites in her box and Olivia herself...she had half of her dinner left. I swallowed a jerk insult that would just start crap with her, because I wanted to project myself as the good child of the Bradley's. Anyway, I had to drive across the street to my dad's office to drop them off so they wouldn't be late for their movie. I drove home feeling pretty full and tired. I plop upstairs on my computer and start reading the Percy Jackson series (coming out on president's day! and I'm making my dad take me to see it like the day it comes out, since we both really like the Greek culture (: ). When my parents came home from picking up the girls from the movie, Olivia, her friend and my cousin Taylor (exactly two months younger than Olivia) bounded up the stairs. I realized that I probably wouldn't get that much sleep that night so I got on my laptop to play some game and plugged in my headphones. It only seemed like maybe an hour at the most, but the lights in Olivia's room were off and I heard her trademark snoring. I looked at the clock and realized it was 2:30 a.m. I laughed. I stayed up later than Olivia and her seventh grade friends for the first time ever. Win? I think so. (yea, I know it's not the most interesting blog ever, but I guess hormonial teenage sisters take a break on snowy weekends)

Whisk-y Behavior

( I just love this title! I'm just so darn witty (: )
It's Thursday afternoon after school. Pretty good day, one of those days that just go right, you know? So I'm upstairs just Facebooking, when my good mother calls me downstairs to help put away the dishes. I happily bound down the stairs, just so excited to help out my great family. Not really, but anyway I get downstairs in a good mood and I spy my sister about to put up a whisk. I playfully pat her on the butt, honestly just trying to be silly. She turns around and WHACKS me with the wire-y contraption (did you like my kenning Ms. Gunter? Yea, I didn't think it was that good either haha) on the arm. Never been hit with a whisk? Trust me, it's pretty painful. I had a marks for a good hour and a half. Anyway, after she smacks me, I yelp in pain. She giggles and is like "Oh, that did not hurt." At that moment, I was so angry with her I wanted to grab the whisk and beat her with it. So I replied with "Do you want me to rap you with it jerk? I have whelps on my arm!" To my joy, she gets a stern talking to and she sincerely apologizes after a minute or two. I was feeling kind of smug but I still told her it was ok. Cora - 1 Olivia- 0 (:

Monday January 11th, 2010

So today we had an hour delay for snow. I thought I was going to get up and then take my wonderful thirteen year old sister (Olivia) for breakfast. Fail. I wake up at 6:03 to the sound of her snoring. Way to start off my morning little sister. Somehow, I fall asleep again only to be awaken at 7:25 by my mother asking her if she felt well enough for school. I think, "Just say no. I don't want to drag your butt to Auntie's" (Auntie is my mom's sister Margorie. Don't ask.) Usually by the time we get ready to leave, she's complaining about not having enough time to straighten her hair and wants me to do it for her. It's not that difficult. It takes me fifteen minutes to straighten my huge mane of hair and it takes her an hour, just because she has no idea what she's doing. But apparently, she must have been really sick because I didn't hear a peep out of her the whole morning, except to tell mom that she wasn't hungry. As I was about to leave, mom told me I didn't have to take Olivia. I breathe a sigh of relief, with a hope that she doesn't puke her guts up at school. Secretly, I hope she does so I can hold it over her for our next embarresing encounter. All in all, not a bad morning for these duo teenage sisters.