I love my parents. Don't know how often I tell them that but I really do love my parents ( Read more... )

LAST DAY OF CLASS!!! WAHOO! First I'd like to thank. . . Oh yeah, Stop. That doesn't happen until December.

I'm beginning to think my truck doesn't like someone. She's squealing now. :-(

Yesterday my grandparents celebrated their 30th wedding anniversary. So my parents and I joined more of the extended family at Outback steak house to celebrate. Definately funtimes. I was feeling girlie. I wore nice clothes, and make up, and heels! AND I got to pick on my cousins. *snicker* It was fun ( Read more... )

my truck is broke. my fingers are froze. i am feeling wierd.

watched bridget jones diary last night. couldn't sleep. had wierd dreams when i did get to sleep. don't actually remember them but i know that they were wierd. just like they've been for the past week or so.

talking to Karoline about camp. i miss camp. 42 days!!!!

my truck is in the shop. has been since saturday, but now is on its way to being fixed. (I love my parents! They're making sure Nyssa is all better.) but while this is happening, i have no vehicle. (hence why i walked home from church yesterday.) my sandals will be very well broken in before summer ( Read more... )

Time to change views. Due to my own chicken-shit-ness I am going to not be obsessing about the cute pitcher. Sorry Di, the questions are still not answered and I'm going to abort that mission ( Read more... )

its sunday. i feel like crud. i miss my friends. i wanna go home. and i hurt. have pity on my roomie who has to put up with me during this period of cursedness. maybe i should go sleep in the truck ( Read more... )