User blog:SmudgyHollz/Only About a Day Or Two

Guess what?!? I'm on my summer holidays!!! Have been since Monday (is it Thursday today?) but I'm still super excited!!

Anyway, I decided to paint my bed. So I had to move everything. While I was doing the moving, I found this massive folder full of Warrior names. Cool. Although some of them are pretty awful and a lot have been repeated. But if you need any names - come to me!!

So I'm sleeping in the shed. There is actually no room for me in the house. The shed's actually surprisingly nice. I slept in there last night and it was quite cosy. Or it was when I went to sleep - it was freezing when I woke up. It's my mum's shed, so it's not too cluttered. She likes to call it her summer house. But it's really not a summer house. It's a shed.

So, I probably won't be back until I've got my bedroom sorted. That'll take a couple of days. But I've started writing another fanifc. Changing the Future. Please don't look at it because I want to re-do the prologue.

On a completely different topic, do you know what normal people say when they come into a room? Hello, right? Apparently, my grandad is not one of these normal people.

"What is that? It looks like a bird has drowned in a jug full of p*ss!"

He was talking about the minty ginger beer. I am starting to question just how good his eyesight is...

My sister has also started coming out with weird sentences. For example, "You have to bow before you speak to me!". She decided to start saying that when we were having a meal over at my Grannie's house on Tuesday.

My Uncle Joe was supposed to be driving my Uncle Gavin (he was leaving his car because his friend's granny was wanting to buy it and he was wanting to sell it) home after the meal. Well, Joe forgot that he was supposed to be driving Gavin home. We were all saying goodbye outside when he just started to drive away.

Gavin took after him, shouting, "Joe! Joe! Joe!" and sprinting down the road with his Tesco bags full of washing and foodbag full of white powder (don't worry, it was just stain remover) flying everywhere. Joe wasn't stopping, so my Grannie joined in with the running, shouting, "Phone him! Phone him! Phone him!". My grandad started running, but got out of breath pretty quickly. He started pulling weeds out from the middle of the road instead. I think he was planning on throwing them at the car.

Me and the rest of my family just stood around and laughed. We're very nice people.

That was good. The neighbours must think we're mental. We probably are.