i think...

my mom hates it when i bring food up to my room to eat..
i'm like studying for exam...
and everyone knows that when you study...
you take the number notes that you have...
X 1526.43...
thats the amout of calories intake you ought to be taking...
you should see the formula i use for counting the types of food i MUST consume while studying...
its scary...

everytime i try bringing up food...
my mom will be in the living room...
stairs up and sofa are like at least 3 metres away...
but becuase my mom's incapability to walk out of the sofa and wack me...
has hightened her sense of knowing when food is being brought...
its like nipple esp-n...

but i think i have mastered the art of sneaking up food into my bedroom without being caught and wacked in the head...
i have ninja like agility...
speed and shadow like qualities...
not forgetting being really quiet...

try running...no...
ninja-ing up stairs with plate of carrot cake, kitkat bars, dried preservities and...
RUFFLES POTATO CHIPS...
without even making the slightess of sound...
seriously...
its an amazing feat...
ruffles bag without it crinkling...
i am ninnnnnjaaaaaaaaaaaa juuunk foood masterrr....

and i also think i'm feeding a whole colony of ants that have somehow managed to find its way up into my room...
and i think that..
i'm the reason why my parents need a regular pest control team every month...

opps...
so thats the reason why i'm not allowed to eat in my room...
should have seen that coming....
damn...