Home sweet home! I missed my cute little room, my xmas lights (i bought multicolored ones to add, we're going to try for a star pattern), my darling wendy who cried when her mom left (quite the opposite of me, who basically dove for the pophams' car yelling "see you in december!"), my more comfy dark blue bed, my friends, my beloved fairfield! ok im done with the sweet sentiments. i finished heather's gift, which is fucking awesome if i do say so myself...put up my hot prom photo next to my prom michelle doll so people can see how truly amazing heather's little creation is. sadly the doll is hotter, but then again she wouldnt be able to walk upright if she were real, so it's all good.

alright, so Operation...uh....Third Floor Lovin' is kind of under way, in theory....let's call it Operation Get Michelle What She Wants. wendy and i are drawing up plans, she knows his roomie lol...no i'm not a stalker, i just can't get to know the kid until i see him right?

rae has reminded me of one of the things i'm really thankful for, that being my mom and the freedom i get from the way her life is. my mom has strange hours, since she works 3-11, and since i'm usually all alone and have a car i have a crazy amount of freedom in what i do. add the fact that my mom rarely asks where i'm going, who i'm going with, or checks up on my life in general, and i have a shitload of freedom! i usually offer the information of my own accord, in case somethign should happen, but usually i can wander in and out at random hours and not be questioned. it's not that my mom doesn't love me, i know she does, and sometimes i do wish things were super normal like the flanagans or something, with my mom always asking about my life or something, but then i remember that that would probably really suck. so yeah, i guess things are the way they should be.