Yawn

I can't belive how incredibly tired I am. My Dad wakes me up at 7:30 (that's AM by the way) to go on a ten mile long bike ride around the neighborhood... and quite a few surrounding neighborhoods... in our city. So I get downstairs and first they make me put on sunscreen at this terrible hour. I don't want to because the sunscreen smells a lot like the behind of a 5 month deceased possom lying in a bed made of fat, sweaty gorillas. But of course my parents each have a comeback, my Dad's being "it doesn't even have a smell" and my Mom's being "Is it worth DYING just because it SMELLS bad?" I was going to answer that the smell would probably kill me anyway, but I just went ahead and complied with there wishes. The rest of the bike ride wasn't bad, apart from the fact that by the time it was over I was tired, dehidrated, and hungry since I hadn't had anything to eat. But that was soon solved, because we walked to Burger King and I got free frech toast sticks because yesterday I had won the coupon in the "choose your destiny" Star Wars sweepstakes. On one side it has Darth Vader and Obi-Wan in heated combat, and on the other side it says "WINNER! one free french toast." If George Lucas was dead, he'd be rolling in his grave.