Store bought pancakes and a glass of milk.

It's morning. Wednesday morning. Warm morning. Rushed morning. First time in years I've had the time to sit at the table and enjoy breakfast with my brother. Pointing out shapes of countries we've accidentally created in our pancakes, makes me feel like a little kid again, eating breakfast before the first day of school. But then I realize, it's just another ordinary, bland day of school...and I'm all grown up.

Third period: My teacher thinks she's the funniest. If you tell her to "hold on a sec", she'll grab her desk with a reply of, "you told me to hold on!". With a totally serious look on her face. Of course, I'm the only one not laughing, since I've only heard that one one hundred and a half times before. I've never heard a woman call herself "broad" as many times as this one. Trust me...she's a character.





Well! Lindsay just left. We walked to the haunted school and took pictures. We started watching The Sixth Sense, but didn't get to finish it. And now I'm sitting here, getting ready to put the pictures on myspace.




I don't really have much else to write about, or a little quote to paste on here. So I'll see if anything worth sharing happens during my night. (:








nothing...worth...sharing. Except my house is now filled with yelling, and crying, and sadness, and madness. Spending the night alone with no school tomorrow, really upsets me. My brain thinks to much when I'm by myself.
...HOW AM I TOO WILD?!