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♡ dad's baked sweetpotato gave rebecca the drools.
Monday, March 16, 2009, 11:56 AM
I'm fated to be home-alone. And this time without Selena.
She went for her p5 camp. Lol, and me hear, all alone, just seeing dad off to work, and boo-yah, I'll conquer the whole universe of this unit of mine. Lol.
Next eating breakfast with you father was the worst, especially when his culinary skills gets an F9.
All I have for breakfast is the leftover ones from the morning, skinnyfries, chickennuggets, fishfillets and a big cup of milo. Do you see the amount of carbs, a 14 year old, can gain???
Well, I don't care-intially. But if this were to continue, I end up being the butterball belle.

Currently, was IM-ing with Rebecca.
The weather doesn't seem good. God, choir practice is few hours away and boy, I hopes it rains no more. Practice wouldn't go on smoothe with the rain. But being in the cold once in awhile, seem to be enjoying. Hmm.
Dad, do bake for me a few sweet potato, so that I won't go starving the whole afternoon. Now, that he's off to his afternoon shift, I'm completely alone. And its not that I'm getting the creeps of living alone for the entire day, but its just that I'm not used not having Selena around to buttle(any spelling mistakes, whatever.) with.
Now that she'll not be home any sooner for 3days, then, I guess I have to adapt in.

Okeydokey, I'll terminate here.
Tooodeeydeedoo, blov-vers.
L.O.V.E.