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I'm convinced that my dad is giving me a collapsible flame thrower for Christmas. It is the only conceivable explanation for the ginormously heavy box he has given me and taunted me with; it's not a block of concrete, and thats all I know.

Unless it's a penguin egg. It could be, you know. Set in plaster so that it doesn't go bad. And I have to carefully get it out with a chisel and hammer so I can hatch my very own penguin and train it to kill my enemies with a rusty spork.

Penguin egg or laptop? I think I'll go with... tough decision. Laptop = comp for teh Spawnie, but penguin = teh ubercoolies.

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So, party. Cleaned the house (even my room, which no one saw), made cake and punch and meatballs, picked up Yvonne, rented Spiderman 2... and only three people came. I invited Yvonne, Katie, Chelsey, Ricky, Angie, Justin, Kelly, and Desiree. The first three came; Angie didn't come because she thought she hadn't RSVPed soon enough, and Ricky forgot (he's apologized profusely, so I still love him). We had fun and all, but it's kind of sad that people who said they would be there didn't show.

Oh, and Dad got drunk. He scared Katie while she was talking about her friend (they were in the kitchen while we were watching SM2, so I couldn't really hear them), and he scared Chelsey by "debating" her because she likes vampires and would like to be one. Both of them are scared of him now and think he doesn't like them. And of course he won't remember this in the morning. Bastard. I wanna call him on it, especially since I don't want my friends to be scared to come over to my house, you know? But I don't want him to freak out or anything. ARG.