i don’t know what to write, i read a children’s book from eightteen ninty-something and it was kind of funny in a depressing wrong way, and then i read a sad story about the shooting in that one church. but i just came from a mexico meeting. the kind that i like where i talk to dan and ask him questions and think about stuff. i can’t wait to go. it is going to be so much fun and so much more than fun too.
four days, ten hours, eight minutes and fifty seconds.
edit: i packed. not all the way, but enought to see what more i need. i might run out of socks, but i will be able to tell better tomorrow after i do my laundry.
four days, eight hours, thirty-two minutes and thirty seconds.
That was really good pizza even though I felt like I was going to die there on the spot, I think I still might die.
pwetty picture. but you’re prettier. i have decided that it should be international flirting week again. i likes it.
all you would have to do for IFW is quote monty python. i have decided that is the ultimate way to pick me up. lol