February 12, 2009.
I woke up at 8:30 AM and I had no problem waking up because I didn't take any NyQuil last night. I don't know why, but I woke up in a good mood and I had a feeling that it was going to be a good day.
I had a normal day at school, nothing interesting happened, besides the fact that my school smelled like oatmeal.
My Mom and I shopped at Vons, but Brad wasn't working and this made me sad, but when we were finishing up our shopping, he walked into Vons and I saw him signing some papers or something and he looked extremely cute. He was wearing a New York Yankees hat with a Derek Jeter jersey and I thought he looked extremely cute in his hat and jersey. It's amazing how any time I see him, it doesn't matter if I am having the worst day of my life, I am happy because I saw him for a couple seconds.
My Mom and I saw Tim and he seemed extremely depressed, but I couldn't understand why. I think he wants to come home, but he will never admit it. Krista came home early from work, again, and she was acting like a bitch to my Mom the entire time. I am sick and tired of Krista being such a fucking cunt to everyone and I swear to God, I'm about to go Chris Brown on her slutty ass.
I didn't do anything interesting the rest of the day, besides do my homework and play Guitar Hero.
I hate when people use the word "color" to describe someone's race. We do not live in the 1950's, anymore, and we do not refer to others who are different races than us as "colored".