Emma is the absolute worst toast-maker I have ever encountered. Dayum, woman. I mean, come on. IT'S AN EHFFING TOASTER, IT'S NOT THAT HARD TO FIGURE OUT. Psh. Here's the story. Courtney and Emma and I went to the cafeteria for breakfast this morning (as a TRIO, not a THREESOME). I got two cookies and a milk because felt like it, and Courtney & Emma bought rolls to toast. So we went over the toasters, and Courtney cut hers all perfect-like and smushed it to fit in the toaster perfectly...and then there was Emma, who didn't get the whole "roll has to be thin to fit in the toaster slot" thing, and just crammed the poor thing in there with all her (limited) might. To add to the horribleness of the situation, the toaster she chose doesn't even work... Anyway, to make a long story less long, it took Courtney and me about twenty minutes to get the bread back out of the toaster, using forks, spoons, knives, and our sixth-grade knowledge of simple machines. Meanwhile, Emma stood there laughing at us...biznatch. It didn't help that the roll was über-doughy and rather impossible to remove from the toaster...in fact, I believe that the majority of it is actually resting at the bottom of the toaster, as I type. Ewwwww. My middle knuckle is all gross from when Sam and I played Quarters at church last night. Booooo. Jon Powers came back home from Iraq last night. Yayyyyy. Today I didn't let Heather get to her locker. "How?!" you ask. It's quite simple, really: I held her by her hair. Bahahaha. We were laughing wicked hard, but I think we really scared Annaliese. I have decided that I'd like to build a shack and stay in it for a night. Either Emma or Courtney wants it in front of Miller's Restaurant...Emma wants combat outfits? I am listening to A*Teens. Bahahahaha. Kimble, pictures, scanned tomorrow. I stole a cool one from Sam, so we better get it scanned before he kills me. Courtney's cousin was on Switched! yesterday-ish. CRAZY. It was like, the one day in the past week I didn't watch, and it Was Court's cousin. What the ehff? I am the queen of horrible timing. I'mmmm gonna go now. GOODBYE! Out: Gretchen