Yeah. Whatever.
Tonsils suck. Mine need to come out this summer or 6 out of 12 months I will be sick. Joy. Mom gets surgery before my birthday. Hospital birthday. Once again, joy. Uh. My room-mate in college is hitting on me. I'm scared. No way in hell would I date her. She is creepy and annoying. Joy. That's the gist of it. Yay.