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Just got back from wandering around my step-grandparents' house pretending like I care. It was great fun. not really.

And now, since she's heard me sing it, every time a relative comes over to our house, Mom makes me sing "As Long As You're Mine." It's embarrassing. >.<;

We're up to nine songs on the mix and only one is by Clay Aiken, I swear...

I'm making a list of "Lauren Hearts Daniel" songs and when I get like twelve I'm giving all the CDs to meggy or someone else with burning capabilities and she can burn the tracks I want onto one CD... Right now I have like five... You probably know like two, Mina might know one of the others...

Don't you hate when you have a random plotbunny (or in this case poembunny) and you have this great idea but you can't write the rest of it? I've got one stanza and two or three half-stanzas in my head for this House/Stacy poem (BTW, Mina, did you see them sucking each other's faces off on Tuesday?) but I can't write the rest of it... *sigh*

My internet's working again! *seizure*
My stepdad's stepdad died.
Probably gonna have to go to the funeral on Sunday or Monday.
Bleh. <.< >.>

Just had QoH solo audition. I think it went rather well. Ms. Smith's vote (+) should cancel out Conley's (-).

My internet is dead. I'm at Mom's work. However, I would like to say two things.
1. I love my Daniel. *glomps* Will call Mina to gush when I can.
2. Driving. Is. The. Most. Traumatic. Experience. Of. My. Life. *DIES*

Seriously, it's the hardest thing I've ever done.
Although after today, there's only one more day of it.

Relationships give me mood swings.

I've been going back and forth between random giggles, tears, and feeling like I'm going to hurl.

At least now I know why exactly I'm crying. I didn't last night. See previous post.
And the feeling like I'm going to hurl is because I'm nervous. I feel like I'll do something to screw this up.

*sigh*

You know what pisses me off?

Shallow people.

Yep.

*coughKayMbalamweshicough*

And people who think they know people you've known forever better than you do.

*coughWendyBeckercough*

I'm a big girl. I can handle myself, thanks so fucking much.