Chiodos.

I walked past them on AP. Craig looked so funny. He sounds like a little boy. Hahaha.
It was funny on the bus, when that ranga emo kid looked at me like 'omfg! you listen to chiodos?' when my phone went off.

Its about nine-thirty and my breakfast was Chocolate Cake and Coke =] but my parents are only allowing me because my dad is in too much pain to argue and I am sick.
I don't want to go to the doctor. I hate antibiotics, especially since I am allergic to Penicillin and they give me that syrupy crap. But I will have to tell my parents that I just coughed up blood a few moments ago.

Thankfully, after I got home instead of when I was reading at Church. Yer, that wouldn't have gone down too well with th priest. Evil old man.
Then he pointed at me at the end and I thought he was going to hurl some insults at me and make God smite me...
But then he said "beautiful reading" and I was all "AHHHHHHH! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH FATHER BRIDGE!"

He's usually not that nice. Or nice at all.

Although I will write this here and hopefully no one will use it as proof, I miss my brother. Things are so boring at home. And I want my watch. Hahah, Mom got up at around six yesterday and folded all his clothes so I now have the messiest room [PROUD!]
But I should clean it. Last time I tripped over my school bag.

PEACE OUT!
-dyz_./

PS. I woke up with three bruises this morning. How the hell do I keep doing that?



P.P.S. I just wanted something else.....