House Music

Finally, the day has come to an end.

After waiting for so long for the weekend, it’s here. Now normally this is a somewhat small celebration that happens every friday, like always. This friday, however, is different. My parents are going out of town for their honeymoon, and they’re taking my brothers to a friend of theirs, who have kids of their own. Except they’re not my age, which is why I get to stay home alone. Plus, i’m getting monday off, so hell yeah. Rejoicing as I jump of the bus that was surprisingly early today, I make my way to the house, which my parents were just about ready to leave. Thank god my brothers are in the car, I’d hate to deal with them right before they left.

My mom hands me 20 bucks for pizza. The rest I got is sandwiches for lunch and (fuck yes) cinnamon toast crunch for breakfast. With a holy jug of sunny d to finish it off. Again, thank you god.

“Ok, so we’re leaving now.” My mom announces to me. “Make sure you clean up after yourself, and at least do the dishes while we’re gone, don’t leave this place a mess.”

“And no girls over.” Says my dad, who I can already tell is joking by the father-ish smile.

“Yeah, I got it. Trust me, the house will still be here, jeez.” I’m not exactly popular with chicks as it is.

“Well then, we’re going now. Love you.”

“Love you too mom.”

And with that, they leave the house. After I use the bathroom and prepare some theatre style popcorn for a snack, I find the driveway empty. Once again rejoicing, I head to the tv, and turn on the computer hooked to the plasma. Thank you dad for being smart I think to myself as I pull up youtube and search for the latest episode of my little pony. Soon after the video loads, I grab the popcorn, relax on the couch, and enjoy some ponies, without getting crap for it.

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About 4 episodes of MLP, some Duck Dynasty, halfway through Project X, some all-meat pizza, and a dr.pepper, I decide it’s time to call it a night. I close Firefox and head towards my room. I’m greeted by my chuck norris poster that hangs over my desk, along with the black ops poster above my bed. I’m changing into some comfy pj’s when I hear a rustling of the bushes. For a second i just blame the stray cats, but I keep hearing it. Turns out, it was Crystal. The neighbor that lived across from us had named her that after she moved out, leaving a bunch of the strays here. Part of my mind drifts to the possibility of it being a lost pony instead of a cat. Unfortunately, I have a very creative brain.I think of random outcomes of random situations, mostly being unreal and would never happen. The fact that I’ve been reading way too many ponies on earth fanfics hasn’t been helping either. I soon hop into bed, put my ipod on shuffle, and try to catch some z’s. Too bad i only caught a few.