I HATE MY MORNING VOICE.

I'm going to drink something hot later on to get rid of that stupid voice.
I'm having my piano lesson later. Boo, it's going to be poo cos I didn't learn my scales. Scales are not nice to learn. WHY, SCALES, WHY!?
My brother's going to be a calefare in a show that my pap is going to direct. POO. He's gonna talk about it. Blah, blah. He had also put up new rules (for my bedroom). For example, if I don't clear my books, I have to give him 20 cents. He gave me 5o cents for stealing my notebook paper.
MAN, I WANNA CATCH HIM RED-HANDED FOR CHECKING OUT MA FOWNE SO THA AYE COULD GIT 1 DOLLA.
'Na mean?
Chyeah.