oh my gosh..my parents neglect me....

today, i came home at 2:30 and started cleaning out my room to get ready for moving day. i felt kinda sick and my head started to spin, but i just thought it was the dust going in my nose. anyway...good times i was going through all my letters and photos and stuff... :)

so ANYWAY...my dad comes home at 5:30 and tells me "iris! what are you doing here?!" ok...time for play format again

dad: "Iris! what are you doing here?!"
iris: "well father, this is my home. naturally, you should find me here after school" (i didnt REALLY say that, but that makes me sound so much smarter)
dad: "I told you not to come inside until 6!"
iris: "no you didnt." (i sense a tone of real concern in his voice and i start to get worried) "why????"
dad: "our house was fumigated this morning!"

great...god knows what's in my body now. dude, combine these frikkin poisonous fumes with the remnants of the red horse pills my scientology violin teachers fed me (another story for another time)...this explains SOO many of my weird characteristics...