My mom's in a weird mood. Testy like. I was joking about having leftovers again, trying to make her feel better and she blew up in my face. We're not speaking right now and I have no idea what I did wrong. She's got a test the 6th to test for the cancer, so it may just be stress. **sighs** Somebody take me away from here. I'm so tired of being yelled at. . . Can I get a hug?
My birthday is this weekend and I'm actually not all that excited for it. I don't want anything but to get away from here, and I have a date w/ Stephen. I mean, getting presents have always made me feel ackward because I can never afford to buy anything for those people. I've given away beanie babies to the girls and I give money to the boys. Just, if you must, get me something that means something like. Like. . . **thinks hard** Demi gave me an old hoodie instead of giving it to the boys and Sean gave me a Livestrong bracelet that says "Faith" because that's what I struggle with the most. Micheal/Sean got me a cd of Skillet's that I'll never admit aloud that I wanted. (comatose was the name of the cd)
Okay, here a huge-mongus hug for everybody. **HHHHHUUUUGGGGG*** I'm so sorry about what's going on in everybody's life. You all know I'm here if you need to talk. Tell you what, I'm gonna write a chapter of Libyan Bones dedicated to everybody. Hows that? I know it probably means nothing. . .but, still. You'll have something in your inbox, yeah?
TTYL and LYLAS,