tell 'em I'm comin' home.

so no one at the house reads this except for me, and I'm sure no one even reads this anyways. so I just talk about whatever.

You know what else I hate about being on my period? The fact that the pad I've got in right now doesn't have any wings, and we're not gonna be home for another three hours because my sister's coming to the school to pick us up to get ice cream, so we're missing eighth period, and the pad I had in before I changed it had bled over already and this is a new pair of undies, but it's not that big of a deal - I've screwed underwear up worse than this. I'll just put in the winged ones Momma bought when we get home and stop worrying about it.

I'm listening to the Sugarland Christmas CD they released last year (2009) because I was listening to it earier today and I didn't want to change the CD. So Rachel's coming into Choir next period to sing with us, even though we're probably just gonna be going over cabaret stuff while she's here. I wish Luc would sing something with me. He's a good singer. But he doesn't want to.


sister = family friend Rachel, who I was talking to before I made my Daisy Bear account.