A Rant About My Evil Internet And How I Think My Parents Are Out To Get Me

So, my Internet stopped working. And I couldn't fix it. At all. I tried many different ways and many different times. And usually it works if I just re-plug it in. But it didn't. And I was annoyed. I was home alone, bored out of my mind, and my Interwebs were broken. So I went to look for the TV remote, because I really needed some back round noise. But I couldn't find it. So, I looked for my sister's book that I've been secretly reading when she's not home, but that was no where to be found either. I had just finished my book, so I had nothing to read at all. So I settled to talking to my goldfish.

I love how Flint always listens to me, and never argues. It's awesome. It would be soooooo much better if the rest of the people in the world turned into goldfish, and I was the only human. Or maybe I'd be some other type of fish. Fish are much better than people.

So, anyways, I think my parents had something to do with the Internet, because right as they were leaving they told me not to go on the Internet. And when I tried it, it wouldn't work, but when my parents came back, it started working again. Coincidence? I think not.