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Happy Mother’s Day to all you Moms out there. I must say that actually like this holiday because I respect the crap out of my mom. Raising me and my sister must have been a real pain for her. It probably still is. And even though we want to throttle each other once in a while, I still love her. Although today would have been a bit better if my dad didn’t act like a five-year-old at dinner today. I don’t want to go into details but long-story-short, he got angry at something my mom thought was funny and he even mentioned that his nerves were getting the best of him. Eh, he’s always been like that.

So anyway, I’m excited by the fact that school’s coming to an end but I’m not excited that finals are coming up even faster. I fucking hate finals with a passion. Not only do they scare the living crap out of me but it’s really hard for me to concentrate on something so boring yet so highly graded. >.< Luckily, it make up for shitty finals, on the last day of school, June 13th, I’m going camping with my friends and then I’m going over to my sister’s apartment in Springfield for a good week. For those who are confuzzled, I enjoy spending time with my sister and it gives me a chance to get away from my parents for a week. ^^

I’m also looking forward to finishing a few things: books, movies, comic pages, ect etc. . . OH OH OH OH!!! I’m shocked I almost forgot this. I got hurt again. My streak of being safe has finally ended. . . it’s been like what . . . a month. >.< Guess what happened this time. . . I sat on a knife. Yes, lil’ ol’ me sat on a 2 and a half inch knife that, for some reason, was hidden in-between the folds of our couch, so when I went to sit down, it got stabbed in (all the way) into my upper thigh. Oh yes, there was blood, a lot of screaming and a trip to the emergency room. And no one knows how to knife even got there but now I have a stitches running down my ass and it hurts whenever I sit down now. . . . Yup. You can make a fucking book out of my life. XD


I was tagged by my friend, with this:

Rules:
1. Post these rules in your journal
2. Tag 6 or more people, and let them know that you've tagged them in a message or deviant comment
3. What does love means to you? You can write down more than one...

. . . .like my friend Amritha said before me, wow. This is a really deep question. She gave a really lovely answer, however, I am rather hyper at this moment, so my response would probably not be so nicely stated. Therefore, I will use quotes that I think are quite cute:

"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs."

"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. "

"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day."


I Tagg: Everyone who reads this! Mhahahaha!



~Shadow