Wake up calls

First things first, my fingernails are actually looking like finger nails. I don't know if thats two words or not.

Second off, I just bit one of those nails off. I'm 14 people, you think I could brake this darn habbit.

And third, Kristi is so jealouse of my watering job that she decided to employ herself as a wake up call person.

You know, when your in a hotel you get that nice lady to call you freakin yearly, well I have my own personal call lady at my convience!

Yep, I'm minding my own bussness in the wee hours of the morning *12 noon* When my dear mother rams through my room saying Kristi is on the phone.

"She wasn't supposed to wake you up" Is what my darling friend says

Little does she know my mom's been waiting for a chance to do just that all summer long.

Then I was informed that Kristi couldn't sleep because she's too excited about her bird. Dohnut. Or Porkchop, she hasn't quite decided.

I decided that three days stuck in the house was enough, so I voulenteered my self to do manual labor, meaning loading stuif bikes into the stupid van because my stupid mom said too.

Hehe, I love that word.

Anyhoo...what was I saying?...I can't remember...I have little cookies though...yep, with that, this entry has come to a close.

Bye bye