Deff. feeling bruised. My arm KILLS. It's prolly because for the last two days I have been carrying around Garret, because he loves me, and couldn't bare 5 minutes alone. He's lucky he's the cutest baby I ever seen. Whenever he like, crawls upstairs and you're downstairs he waves and goes "bye-bye" and blows kisses. He also gives hugs. HEY its impressive for a 1 and a half year old! So me and Garret had a grand time, except for when I set him down on the bench and he dropped something, went to pick it up, and smacked face first onto the pavement. His elbow got skinned up but he was alright. Then,admist the chaos, I got a bloody nose which was grand. Also had to sleep in the basement, which was seriously like, 25 degrees, and I was so cold that I had to keep my hands inside of my pants between my legs because for some reason there was eternal warmth. Thank god I locked the door because it was creepy and no one saw me. I had the whole basement to myself. It owned. Cable, playroom, bedroom, fridge full of alcohol, soda, and Red Bull. YOU KNOW IT. Oh, and on the way up, we stopped at McDonalds, and it had a superhero theme. YOU KNOW HOW I DO. So I stayed up till midnight watching I Love the 90s and South Park, teeth chattering, and doing word finds. WITH the occasional round of Mickey Mouse Bowling. Mmm Hmm! So yeah. Connor had his party, got loads of toys, and I met his friends. Too bad they were all like, 11 and under. Except Max, who was like 13, and Shannon who was like, 13. It was hard to tell how old they were since they looked really young. As of course compaired to me, since the one neighbor thought I had just graduated (Kara...get it...). My Aunt Kimmy is due in March. And Uncle Todd shot a hawk with his paintball gun about 100 times. THAT was grand. :) "Count the moons and stars, But please stop fighting wars with me. After all is said and done, You still try. And after all is said and done, You're still not mine..." Alright enough Maryland talk. Nothing else really happened. So yeah, now I shall leave you. Maybe I'll write back later when some form of event actually occurs. "My life is so-called murder. Staring at angry horror. Don't want to live today When all I feel is pain... You don't know what its like, And I don't think you even care. You don't know what its like, So don't act like you've even been there..." I missed you so mucking fuch :(