They go in and then come out fluffy
I love Amy and Sierra. I had so much fun on Saturday and hopefully next weekend we'll be able to hang out again. We reccorded ourselves doing silly dances and we made onigiri and had rootbeer floats and bunch of other stuff. It was so much fun, it's almost sad that tomorrow is going to be hideous Monday. I hate Monday with a passion now. Once upon a time, I used to never care about the time or the day. Now I have no choice but to remember. I miss being a lazy bum... but then again, at least now no one can say I'm useless brat. Right now it's pouring outside, maybe there will be a flood and I won't have to go to work. Okay that's bad, I shouldn't say that. I feel like a chewed up crayon right now though. I've had a cold for like a week already and I haven't been sleeping well. Blargh. I know I shouldn't complain so much, but yeah... I have no excuse for being such a whimpy donkey. I should probably get ready for bed now. I'll write again soon. Ja ne.