The art of pizza folding

A few minutes ago, I was really excited because we had leftover pizza from last night (Don't you judge me. You know you get excited over leftover pizza, too.) So I go into the fridge, and find a really small, rectangular container, which looked too small for pizza to be put into.

So, I take it out, and open it, and this is what I find.

Only my brother Rene could be able to do this...He folded the pizza, to make it fit in that container.

I'm completely baffled because we have at least fifty million containers (courtesy of my mom's storage habit..Or obsession. How ever you want to look at it is your choice.) that he can use to put pizza away!

HE FOLDED IT! It just makes me so mad, because the pizza is all crimpled!

I CAN'T EAT CRIMPLED PIZZA!! IT MUST BE PERFECT!

Stupid 9 year old..ruining my pizza...God has a sense of humour, because he made me related to Rene.

Sometimes, when I ask Rene to do something, like load the dishwasher, he'll be sitting on the couch going, "I...I JUST CAN'T! I'M TOO STRESSED!"

Then I'm like, "YOU WEREN'T STRESSED TWO SECONDS AGO WHEN I ASKED YOU TO DO THE DISHES! IT'S JUST iCARLY! You've seen all the reruns at least twice!"

And then of course I end up doing it dishes anyway.

~XCenedra (Su-Ned-Ra)

I need to bring an exorcist with me when I babysit

So last night I was babysitting at this lady's house and by the end of the night I was ready to get out of there.
I put the kids down around 10:30 and then I finished watching The Lord of the Rings. So, about an hour later I was just chillin' on the couch and all of a sudden I hear someone inhale, and exhale really deeply from upstairs, and then I hear running down the hallway. I was like "o.o Oh my gosh, Insidious...Where's the record player and Tiny Tim music!??" Fortunately they didn't have a record player, but I nearly pooped myself when my ring tone went off, and it played All the Single Ladies.
The weird occurrence happened every 15 minutes, and after the third time I walked up stairs into the hall way and said, "Okay Mr.Ghost, I'm guessing you're constipated, because you keep running to the bathroom, but could you at least keep it down? I'm trying to read Dracula.Sheesh."  And then I went back down stairs and it happened again!
I was totally getting fet up, and getting really freaked out, so I just kinda sat there. I imagined the ghost coming downstairs wearing Family Guy boxers and having a really hairy chest and being all like "Baby, come on, I just need to take my laxative. Once I'm done you and I can chill in the attic and I can show you my ghost moan." And then I would be like, " Uhm, excuse me? I'm on babysitting duty, and even if I wasn't, you're like what, 150 years old? Please grandpa, maybe you should take some Viagra with that laxative, and then come and find me."
After I was done thinking that though it sounded like someone fell down the stairs and I was like, "HOLY MOTHER OF GOD THE OLD MAN FELL DOWN THE STAIRS!" So I ran to a corner of the room where I could see that nothing was going to get me and I kinda sobbed and silently prayed that I wouldn't get attacked by an old man ghost until I saw a frikken huge centipede run across the floor. So I sat on the couch and tried not to pee myself for the rest of the night.
Night well spent. Except next time I'm bringing holy water.

PS. I find it funny how the link I put for the Insidious song says "Best English Songs ever" in the title. Who would have thought that that freaky ass song would be categorized as one of the best English songs ever.