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sooo... uhhh.. this is technically a continuation from last night? i didn't really sleep, more like dozed from 12:30 am to about 2:15 am when Kim came in my room like "you sleeping?" lmao, nah. i got up, got dressed and ready and we headed for the Port Authority. when we got there, all was good (even though i got bashed for asking for the wrong type of ticket from the lady) until we got to the us itself. the bus driver was mad nice, but they had overbooked the bus, so RIIIIGHT when it gets to us, the bus driver's like "there's only one more seat" so he lets on a single rider and pulls off. the bus we FINALLY get on? it was a guy who usually goes to Atlantic Coty, fresh outta Miami, speaking only half english. it MUST'VE been the grace of God that got us there because i slept the whole way and he got us there. so we went, got our hair done and all and came back. yo, Greyhound is killing me, though.. the bus back was one of those buses with the "new, more comfortable seats", but there was like NOOOOO room for my knees. yuck. oh, and did i tell you about the funny behind conversation between me and my stepmom?

her: you got your period?
me: uhhh....
her: it's either yes or no.
me: i mean... it's kinda yes... more like spotting, though.
her: oh. well, that's normal. there'll be some months when your period won't come at all... BUT IT BETTER NOT BE BECAUSE YOUR ASS IS PREGNANT >:O
me: O_O no, ewww.
her: oh. okay...... fix your face.


LMAOOOO. smh. uhhh... nah. i'm about to be 19, about to go into my sophomore year, working part-time nine months out of the year and full-time 3 months out of the year and STILL hitting my parents up for money some of the time. a baby would NOT be a good look right now. i wouldn't be able to handle it and the father probably wouldn't either... now i'm not saying he wouldn't own up or try his best to take care of the baby or be in the baby's life, but neither of us are in the position to handle something like that.

oh, and Kevin, what's good with all the cheating references? if i go to the movies, then i'm on a date... you making sly comments to me having some other boyfriend... is someone suspecting stuff? i surely hope not. negro knows i love him, hmmph. LMAO @ me looking at the word "sly" and thinking a misspelled "silly" lmao. LMAO, OH WAIT, I KNOW WHAT HE WAS TALKING ABOUT NOW LMFAOOOOOO HE'S DEAD WRONG. ahem... anyways...

i wanna write a story =/


ANYWHOOOOO... uhhmm... i'mma heat up my pasta, maybe cook up some italian sausage and cut it up into my pasta, chow down, and call that my night. oooor i could eat what my dad cooked and save that pasta for my lunch on Monday... eehhh.. whatever.

peace.