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i'd just like to say that i (Caylee Christner) am 16 years old on Wii Fit. and in real life. thank you very much.

gamecube: day 1

despite the fact that caylee was missing for half the day (relaxing somewhere i'm sure), we did some pretty tough cleaning today. luckily, i found the gamecube. we're really into video games right now (mainly anything involving mario). after working really hard and being exposed to giant black widows and toxic water my mom started being really nice to us. she served us popsicles AND ice cream while we played gamecube (we actually had to pause the game for caylee to eat her popsicle because her teeth are too sensitive to hold it in her mouth for the 30 second mini game). we told my mom that we needed new video games and she said "okay." cha-ching! by the time alex took us to target to get a game (they were closed), i had decided that i also needed to buy the movies 10 things i hate about you and wicker park so we wanted to keep an eye out for them. next we tried k mart because they don't close early on sundays. first we looked at dvds. i found wicker park for only $9.99! i was so excited. they didn't have 10 things i hate about you so we went to look for games. k mart does not have a gamecube game section!! the three of us wept like babies and threw hannah montana tvs and gameboy cases all over the floor of the store. we checked out with only the one dvd. it turns out it was on sale for $4.99! not that i want to glorify k mart but where else can you get an amazing dvd for only $5.40 (with tax)? anyways, we didn't get a new game but alex brought some over. tomorrow is a new day.

BItch.

I turned my light off at around 10:44 PM and take the 4 steps needed to get to my bed. I'm just about to play prisonstruggle or something when I sense a movement (maybe I saw it from the corner of my eye) on my bed. I get up and turn the light back on to check it out. When I lift my bag... I see a giant, reddish-orange cockroach. That bitch was crawling on my bed. Of course I feel the need to scream bloody murder and run into my mother's room. When we return to my room to kill him, the cockroach had made his way to the ceiling. (I think these new cockroaches can fly.) Once they get to the ceiling, they usually fall and that's where we go in for the attack. After waiting what felt like hours, the cockroach was finally in sight. With bug spray and a roll of toilet paper at hand, my mother waited for the right time to attack. That little punk was squished with a slipper. You know, it was much more dramatic than what I've just described, but I don't want to disturb anyone. And I'd really like to get some sleep. It's hard to sleep, though, when you're living in constant fear of a cockroach creeping on your face. Near your mouth. I think this would be a good time to bring back...