Oh well.
I still really secretly want to go to homecoming..
But seriously, it's a secret.
I went out for food with my favorite male today. He wouldn't let me buy him very much. What a stinker.
Studying for my Psychology test was a little rough.
Apparently, I occasionally have the thought process of a five year old.
"Band...." "Yes, now add three more letters." "Band...AID?"
*facepalm*
I'm handicapped.
I tried arguing logically with my mother about the issue that is my seminary attendance. She's immune. Immune to logic. My philosophy class is futile. I can pin-point her fallacies by name at this point.
Her favorite is begging the question.
p a g e b r e a k
I'm not excited for winter.
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