This is my first entry in the notepad thing. It's early in the morning and I haven't been to sleep.
Matthew's not home because he babysat Rebekah's baby last night. Bennett has been vomitting up his kitty food for the last two days, poor thing.
Last Wednesday, i was finally called upon by my public speaking professor to present my speech. My speech was about Lynette "Squeaky" Fromme, the attemped assassin of President Ford and Charles Manson's best girl. Apparently I'm the only one in my class who finds her story fascinating and sad.
Rent's a touch late, but I'm not too worried about that.
I think I'm gonna invite my dad to see a movie tomorrow; I've heard that the Dragon movie, whatever it's called, is fun.
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