Hoy es muy nada.... I don't know how to say boring in spanish.
So last night its 10:30 and my mom yells up for me to get offline right now. So I get off, obviously. I thought she was sick and had to call 911. So I start going downstairs and I find out someone was messing around our house. On the front porch and the back door and everything and my mom called the police out (what else can you do in my neighborhood?) and they looked all around and said everything looked okay. I am so creeped out. I hate the thought that someone was here and we don't know who they are and we don't know what they were doing. It would be different if it was a friend of mine about to steal something. Anyways, so now I'm all goose-pimpled about it.
Today I woke up at 11. I went and showered and then my sister came home and we went up to HHS to drop off some papers and to see if I could get my locker # and combo. Evidently I'm not on the computer yet or something and we have to go back next week. When she and I were leaving I saw Britt and she was waiting for RJ. She didn't want to wait alone so while my sister went to the grocery store, I chilled with Britt.
We came home and Jen baked cookies while mom and I watched Dr. Phil in the kitchen. Meh... He's not horrible. Atleast its not like Maury. I don't get why those girls freak out when they find out the person who they thought was the father of their baby, isn't the father of their baby. See... they brought the men on the show because they already had a preconceived feeling that another man was the father, so why do they run off stage bawling like litte idiots? If I was ever on there (which I never will be) I'd just sit there and be okay with it. I'd be like "Yea... alright, thanks Maury." and leave. Ahh... low-quality talk shows<3.
Then I took a nap, ate dinner and slept a little more. I'm really lazy today. I think its this hurricane shindig. Rain always makes me tired and dopey. I hope it floods.
Tomorrow is my last day at the nursing home. YessireeBob.
I hope tomorrow isn't as boring as I think its going to be. Oi.
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