i'm thinking - well, hoping anyways - that i passed the english exam. that third essay was mean, though; very, very mean.

we were invited to lilly's baptism. yay!

i have a fugly smilie on my arm. thanks, andrew.

anyways, we finished up the gay history worksheet at elyse's house after going out to chili's, so i'm happy.

i'm also not functioning well or making much sense, so i'm going to quit.