I need to shower

but I won't do it until tonight. I'm pulling my hair into rollers for school tomorrow and I refuse to walk around the house in them. My dad is not kind.

Wow, Quinn's tits are hard. He shared with me, I'll share with you.
But I have a feeling I'll get crap for it later, once he reads that I shared this. Or maybe not now, because I mentioned the crap-giving too.
WE WILL SEE!

SO, I need water. Be right back.
What's miraculous is that you guys don't notice the lapse in time like I do. Because you're reading this. But then again, I get to know what this all says before any of you do, and I always know what kind of story is up next. Well, usually. Sometimes I remember something and interject it when I hadn't intended on it in the first place.

Hello, I'm desitaylor and I'm a talkaholic.
HI, DESI.

Sooo, the tips of my nails look like Dorothy's Ruby Red slippers (ahem, red and glittery). I'm contemplating showing them to the school nurse, but I think it's too creepy. And weird.
BUT I LIKE THEM! I keep tapping my fingers together and saying, "There's no place like home!"

On Friday Quinn and I went to the gym! I worked out! I'm feelin' pretty good. My muscles aren't sore anymore, that's probably why.
And then we went swimming! Excellent to do in January, I must say.
(It was an indoor pool.)

These parenthesis are doing an excellent job at conveying my thoughts.

Then he and I watched Charlie Bartlett.

I'm pretty sure my hand is okay now. :)

Mmm, water is so satisfying. I'm doing my laundry! I have clean clothes! Well, at one house. The laundry to do at my mothers house is piling up for this weekend.

SATURDAY!
Quinn and I Got QT and Arby's and he watched some tele with me before he went over to the Turilli's home to watch the Cards. (BTW, I'm not British nor am I attempting to be. I hate the word T.V. and television became too long for my thumbs to text every time so I've picked up on just calling it tele, with an American accent.) Then I ran some errands, watched some more tele, and waited to hang out with Ryan! But a friend called and needed an amigo and the same thing happened to Ryan, so we decided to cancel. (Lowercase "cancel" is a weird word to spell.) But then, after my friend and I almost got hit by a car (that in a minute) and ate some stew, Ry-ry was lonely so we paid him a visit! It was an even better night than I had expected.

Some idiotic teenage girls in an SUV decided it would be a good idea to pull out of a neighborhood in front of a car twenty feel away from them (with me in it) going 45 MPH. They pulled out so I swerved to avoid them and honked (those who have ever driven with me know I'm a fan of my horn). I think they were intending to take the (improper) outside lane but I was too close for that to be a safe bet. Anyway, I ended up in the middle of the road, they ended up in the CORRECT lane that they COULD HAVE HAD if they had just been PATIENT... And they were laughing with the windows down. I kept my fingers to myself, which I am very proud of, but kept my tongue in my cheek when they stopped juuust out of my sight when we both hit the next red light. Idiots.

Ahhhh, Avatards.
Avatards = banner on my phone.

I'm not taking math anymore! I'm taking Journalism instead. I'm taking Math online because a mysterious force changed my schedule from Math with Brabec to Journalism with Zona.
Ahem. Just sayin'.

Laundry beckons!
I challenge you all to say the word "bacon" with a Jamacian accent.
Ta-ta!