Yep, cuz' I got fifteen minutes until my math test, which I'm going to bomb, btw. And NOT in the good way. Good news is I think I did well on my quiz...then again, every time I think I did good on a paper I bomb it. And NOT in the good way. Today I started my what I like to call: Project basement...pretty much exactly what it means. I'm going to revive the basement at my house back into the party palace it used to be before life took over. I have forbidden my cats to step foot down there and I started to wash the floor. If I find another sacred PS2 game on the floor and in no case, well, so help me.Oh, apparently I'm pregnant now, so happy one year anniversary, baby! Here's a baby! Ironic how things turn out, huh?
Dale texted me while he was at school to ask if I was really pregnant, I just said "oh geez, I"m not even going to answer that!". Oh, and if I get asked out again by some loser, let me tell you, he'll be talking in a higher pitched voice for a long time. Hey, Shaly, call me about plans with Chelsea! *dies with anticipation* I want to run around the mall as Hannah Montana!!!! For god sakes!
All for now, more tonight, and wish me luck! *two thumbs up*
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