Taquito

Since my sister is still being an over emotional punk, I decided to write this instead. This conversation happened a while ago, but still remember it. It's short but hey, it's better than nothing.

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One night, Mother decided to make chimichangas. Man, do I love it when she makes chimichangas! They’re so freakin’ AWESOME!! Anyways, I went to go get seconds (or was it fourths. Eh, I whatever. One more helping, three more helpings, what’s the difference?) But when I went to the kitchen, I saw my sister ripping the last chimichanga in half, and then started eating one of the halves. My reaction?

 

Me: (Hysterical) NOOOO!!!! YOU KILLED TAQUITO!!!! WHY!?!?!?!? HE WAS MY BEST FRIEND AND YOU KILLED HIM!!!!

 

I fell to the ground onto my stomach and grabbed on to my sister pant leg, preventing her from moving. My sister was a little freaked-out. Just a little.

 

Sister: But it’s a chimichanga, not a taquito.

 

Me: It’s a chimichanga named Taquito!!! And you killed him!!!

 

Sister: Jeez, calm down. I left the other half on the plate for you.

 

I slowly turn my head up toward her with a look of disgust and disbelief on my face. And with the same look intact, I slowly shook my head.

 

Me (loud whisper): You’re sick!

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Hoped you enjoyed it. 

Werewolf out!

Hmm...

I think I should make blogs for both of my stories but I'm not sure. I haven't been working on them as much as I want to. :( 

I should leave time to work on them both.

Not Tonight, Sorry

The reason why there isn't a funny conversation tonight because my sis is being over emotional over not being able to use my mom's laptop and is mad at my mom. So the chances of there being anything worth writing down is zero to none. Sorry. I promise there will be more but tonight's not a good night. Anyway I have to go. Need to finish my sketch of the week for Art. I have to draw a chair as a self-portrait... Yeah, don't get it either. Cya guys later.

Dinner

My mom said that I should go to down the street to Juan’s (a Mexican food place, not a person) and pick up some food. No big deal, right? Except that it’s 8:00 PM. I don’t really mind, but… eh, it’s fun to mess with my mom.

 

Me: But Mom, what if I get jumped by gangsters?

 

Sister: Or a hobo.

 

Me: Yeah, or a hobo! Hobos are freakin’ scary at night!

 

Mom: So… what? You’re not going to go?

 

Me: No, I’ll go. I just want to use the buddy system.

 

Mom smirks.

 

Mom: So you want to take your sister with you? You really think she can protect you?

 

Me: (smiling) Of course! With her, if we run into anybody, all I have to do is scream, “TAKE HER!!” push her into them and make a run for it. Then when I get back home with the food, I can tell you, “Oh, by the way, some gangsters took Destinee,” so you can call the police or whatever! I mean, that’s why the buddy system was made!

 

By now, my mom and sister were laughing their butts off. After more laughter and a little convincing from my mom (if you could call it that), I put on my shoes and got ready for my journey into the night. Then I heard my mom yell something.

 

Mom: Never mind, Jaycob, you don’t have to go! They’re closed!

 

I face-palmed.

 

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My mom made herself a plate of cheesy nachos.

 

Mom: (jokingly) MmmMmm… nachos and a cup of chocolate milk. The dinner of champions.

 

Me: (sarcastically) Yeah.

A Glimpse Into My Life

Yo! Sup everyone! This post is for the friends who don't believe that I'm am loud at home. Well, here's a conversation I had... AT HOME!!! But if it ends up that all my friends did believe me... oh well!!!! They will have the honor of seeing what happens at my house almost everyday. (P.S. I decided that I'll try to do this everyday. But with homework and other stuff preventing me, I'm not making any promises.) Enjoy!

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My family was at the dining room table, eating McDonald’s. Mmmm… Anyways, my sister had got a cootie catcher... thing... for girls from her happy meal and was playing with it. And me being me, what do I do?

 

Me: Hey, let me try it!

 

Mom gives me a funny (somewhat hopeless) look.

 

Mom: Really, Jaycob. It’s for girls.

 

Me: What? So I’m bored. Sue me.

 

Mom lets out an amused sigh.

 

Sister: All right, choose one.

 

I read my choices: Groovy, Cool, Boss, and Far Out.

 

Me: [Why does it have a bunch of these sayings from 80’s??] Hmm… I choose… cool!

 

Sister: (Over-dramatically) Are you sure???

 

I give her an irritated look.

 

Me: (Like Mr. T) I said coo’, foo’!!

 

My sister laughs and starts flipping the cootie catcher.

 

Sister: Choose a number.

 

Me: Uh… seven.

 

Flips seven times.

 

Sister: Another number.

 

Me: Five.

 

Sister: (Over-dramatically again) Are you sure???

 

Me: (glaring) I’m going beat you. [God!! This isn’t Who Wants To Be A Millionaire!! Jeez!!]

 

Sister: (Laughing) Okay, Okay.

 

Opens the flap.

 

Sister: It says… you will win a karaoke contest at a friend’s party.

 

Brief pause.

 

Me: YES!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!