Cheese War

I woke up an hour ago. I get up.. look back at my room and think, my sister is right. A hurricane has hit my room and left a few things displaced. So I am now downstairs away from my room so I don’t look at it for the next couple of hours and I will think of a plan to clean my room when I am 100% awake. Maybe today.. I have been delaying it for 2 or 3 weeks. :lol:
So I will get back to the main point. Cheese. My mom buys more cheese than any human on earth, so does my dad. But why? I see blocks of cheese and cream cheese. Every now and then I see my sister eating cheese during the day. Not just once, not twice. But maybe 6 – 8 times a day. So I look at the fridge now to get me something to eat, and I see no cheese left. And I do like cheese once a in a while when I feel like it. But this morning. I look.. nothing left but this spreadable white cheese that I don’t like. And thinking to my self, wasn’t there different kinds yesterday? So I went to my sister. She was sitting in her bed watching TV and I asked her. She just smiled and laughed at me. (She is my evil sister!) I told her that she is a little mouse and I made fun of her front two teeth. She screamed at me and told me to go away or she will hit me. (From eating that much cheese her bones are hard as rock. I am actually really afraid of her hitting me! ) I just went back downstairs and ate that spreadable cheese and drinking some strawberry juice and watching TV. This is what I am planning to do this morning. Bum on the couch and watch TV. I miss TV!

Blah Blah, Ranting as usual!