my stomache hurts so bad, i probably ate something bad. and it feels a bit better when i eat, but theres nothing much to eat here...we went to target, and i got some cereal. my mother and her bf put a lock on the good fridge..goddammit! i found some leftover pasta and bread which was my dinner. blech...
i oogled the cute security guard at target. he kinda reminds me of P(xy) but like, a bajillion feet taller.

i cant wait for A(xx) to get home! arg! im writing her a letter, updating her on happenings and such. F(xy) was in the hospital...something bad happend. he said he thought a lot about me.."a weird amount, actually" he said..thats kinda weird. teenage guys really creep me out in a way. theyre so awkward...

OH MY GOD. I AM GOING TO DIE! STAB ME IN THE STOMACHE! IM GOING TO BARF!!!!!! KILL ME HARDDDD!!! PEOPLE WILL PAY! EVERYONE WILL PAY THEIR DEBT TO ME DUE TO MY STOMACHE!!!!!

i hope something happens tomarrow. Y(xy) will be here on friday. im nervous...i hope things will be cool. im taking him to a local ska show the next day.

the television sounds like hulk hogan. im not sure if its him. gerry from mu330 did the voice for the talking hulk. i wanna get it. "OH YEAH!!!"
now im gonna look at more cute japanese stuff...
-jo