Saturday, 10:45 a.m.   Irony is The Best Sort of Humour It's just funny. Girls are always the ones in sitcoms dragging their boyfs around the mall, squealing over the latest fashions. Caleb and I dropped into the mall yesterday,on our way home from the gardens, and that kid dragged me all over the place, looking in toy stores and random places for ladybugs. it's a long story. He was so gutted (cough) he couldn't find any, I was just like 'la la la, being dragged around the mall. by a boy. hehehe. hey cool, sale on teeshirts.' so today im dragging daddy to the mall so he can buy me some teeshirts, because I have very few shirts and it would be nice to have some shirts that go with more than one pairs of pants. No thing last night. couldn't get ahold of anyone. Daddy was going to drive me to calebs but when i finally decided to take him up, he had changed his mind. Oh well, it was probably for the better. I was really tired. maybe tonight. ----------------- 7:47 p.m. Fuck! Here I am, slowly turning into a sickly mess. God I hate coughing. I haven't started yet, but my sister and dad both had sniffy runny noses for two days before they started coughing. stupid! stupid! It's the holidays. I don't even get to skip school for this! And Caleb's going to the park, I'm supposed to meet him there, but I don't know if I can convince daddy to let me go out. I told Caleb I was sick but he was "willing to risk it." I should get ready to convince daddy now.