Dijourno Pizza

As everyone knows, Dijourno is the best oven cooked pizza ever! I went to the grocery store with my mom to get Gatorade and I saw the pizza and I asked if I could get one. She said get two, so I did and then we went home. Soon after I had to leave to go back to field hockey, so I did not get to have one of the pizzas and I thought the other one would be there tomorrow for me to eat. Right? Wrong. My mother made both the pizzas because someone (PATRICK!) was complaining that he got none even though he already had lunch. The second pizza; gone. The next day, my dad realized that we need parm. cheese for dinner so he had to run to the grocery store to get some. I asked him nicely if he would pick up a pizza and to make it a supreme, so Maureen and Patrick wouldn't eat it. He did. I went to my friend's house last night and I came home to find the third pizza eaten. I can never win.

Cleaning and Shower Heads

My parents almost not let me stay at my friends house last night because my room wasn't clean. This has not been the first of these threats, trust me. But, I would just like to point out that Molly's room is just as messy as mine! I have no idea why I am the one that gets picked on, like why do they even have to come into my room while I'm not here. I guess its because Molly is going off to college? Well, I am going off to high school so suck on that. It's not even that big of a mess, I promise. Just clothes, that's the majority of it! I'm gonna have to put a lock on my door, and keep it closed from now on.
Another thing, I have lived in this house for 7 years now. For most of those 7 years, I shared the big room with my sister. I have been using the bathroom in the room for 7 years too. Recently, my brothers and I switched rooms, so Maureen moved into Alex's old room. I moved into Jack and Patrick's old room. This means that I no longer have to use the bathroom that is in that room. However, the 7 years I have lived in that room and used the bathroom and taken showers in there, the water pressure has SUCKED. I just suck it up though and mention it occasionally to my father. Oh, but when Jack moves into the room and asks for the water pressure to be fixed, a month or so later my dad gets a new shower head and installs it. BAM! Shower is good now. Jack has lived in that room for a month, give or take, and I lived in it for 7 years. Interesting, isn't it? I wonder who's the favored one in that relationship.

Epilogue: In finding out that Jack got a new shower head, I wanted one too. I took the one that has been under my parents sink for quite some time now. I think its better than Jack's. All is well that ends well.