Somehow my mother has turned the upcoming event being hosted at my house, in my honor I should mention, into an unfair plot to threaten and force me into performing the most trivial tasks. A few days ago, for instance, I was instructed to sweep out then mop my garage floor. Yes, that's right, mop the garage floor. So it could be painted gray, which looks significantly good. Still though, not worth it. Today I had to clean the bathrooms! Which is something you would expect to be disgusting but was surprisingly not that bad. I used a toothbrush to scrub the pee-splattered inside of the toilet bowl in my brothers' bathroom. Thankfully I had a nice pair of blue rubber gloves which made it less foul. Is it weird that I had fun ...

I'm predicting that my mom will vacuum the entire house at least three more times this week before the party. She is nearly neurotic, but hey at least my house is clean.

What the fuck August 3rd already!??? July, where did you go stranger?