• #13 That party was amazing. Now, THAT was the best night of my life, let me tell YOU. It was just so fun. 'Course Shane's friend and brother wouldn't leave us alone, they got less annoying after a while. Shane's brother actually gave me his jacket when I got cold. And when I was falling asleep on him (He thinks that if he rubs the outside of my ear, I'll go to sleep. But I had the hood of his hoodie on my head, and rubbing against that was...quite loud, actually...), and he thought I was asleep he started talking about me to his brother. He said I'm beautiful, I have a great mind, and I'm "goddamn cute." But he didn't know that I heard that. Tee hee! Everyone at that party was freakin' wasted, I'm surprised half of them didn't die of alcohol poisoning. But he has my cell phone right now, an I've about died without it. I didn't notice how much I use it a day until I don't have it. My Jesus, I use it a LOT. Anyway, today has sucked balls. Well MOST of today has sucked balls. I've been sick on the couch most of today. Sick as an effing dog with ebola, one leg missing, a tooth pick stuck in it's right eye, and a small case of HIV. I had the WORST headache, and a cough that just does NOT seem to go away. I took enough asprin to kill a horse, and loads of "mucus medication" or something real gross. Just took one now. Ucky. Then after a few minutes of my daily crying, I felt fabulous, and called Paige. And we went to the mall. The yummy guy was working at Hot Topic today. Hee hee. I got a large Icee, a keychain of a light blue dinosaur (which Paige named Bopert) and then a Coke-Cola from a machine. Because the stupid man who works at Tilt kicked me out when I came in for a Pepsi. Douche bag. THEN on the way home from droppin' Paige off, someone called my grand-muh-ma's cellular telephone, and hung up after one ring! And no one knows who it is! The phone number was 781-3582. If this is your phone number, please let me know. Because it is buggin' the shizzle out of me. Well, now I'm just-a sittin' here listenin' to Incubus. The song "Dig" = delicious. I love that song. Well, I guess I'm gonna go. I gotta showah-showah, so I can be clean for skew tomorrow. G'bye! xx

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