It's eight oh six.
I am completely going to be late to school, because I forgot that Diana isn't picking me up today, due to decorating her car with other friends (she's a senior) and today is the last day and all. To The Christopher: Please, if you decide to appologize to mi padre, please do it in person. 1.) He never checks his email, and 2.) It's a lot more respectable when you come tell someone something to their face. You know how that goes, and it's true. He won't run you over, but he's not happy. So yeah... And I'll be there and all, and I won't let him say anything that bad. okay? Thank you very much, pasta faggy-oly.