glitter

Guess what? I'm not going to complain in this post. Just kidding! See, I had you tricked! I'm hungry but the only thing we have to eat at this house is... take a guess... that's right, PIZZA. This past weekend we had Domino's and then Pasco's and my mom wants to cook a Digiorno (sp?). No thanks, I'll just go eat some snow. I remember one year Trent was sled riding and he came back with a busted for-head because Justin Nice wasn't watching where he was sledding and Trent's metal sled hit him right above the eye. He had to get stitches and that's why his eyebrows are off center. (That means that I'm not the only one in this family with messed up eyes and ears.) Who buys metal sleds ANYWAY?! Maybe if I crack my head on a metal sled my parents will realize that I'm still alive. That's a maybe.


I got accepted to WVU. The one place I really, really, really wanted to go. And thanks to Sean, Lynnsie, and Cara for caring. And that's not sarcasm.


I think I might go... swim in my pool. And then warm up next to my furnace. And then play my Sims 2. And watch my Napoleon Dynamite DVD. And listen to my Jamie Cullum CD. And eat my Jessica Simpson perfume. Yea, I'm going to go do that.


Toodles.