Mom, for the last f*cking time, I am not pregnant!


In other news, today made me realize how special all my friends are to me. But I'm so ill I can hardly breathe. But everyone, I love you. I want you to know that. My favourite part was holding hands with someone who is extra special and running into a circle and falling over.

It's *glances at clock* 9:20 and I am late for school. I'm typing in my mittens because I have to go soon and the house is so cold.

I move out of this Hell Hole in 7 days.

Man, I am so freaked out. I keep throwing up and feeling queazy in the mornings. Mom thinks I'm pregnant. Um, yeah, not possible. I'm a virgin, and some others know the REAL reason I probably can't get slapped up with a kid.
*sings "Like a Virgin"*

Smiling is a lot more fun than frowning. I am going to smile lots more.

Okay, haven't blogged in a little while...

So. How is everyone? I'm okay, I suppose. That strange feeling of happiness with a touch of anger on the side. Hooray!