It's mine. You cant have it and you can't throw up on it. What an exciting day. First hour I went to art and we had an honors assembly. Well I guess the kid behind me got pretty nervous, because he puked, and it went on the back of my shirt, after my friend grabs me and pulls me out of my chair. So me and Aly ran to the bathroom and I took my shirt off in the middle of the hall. You preverts! I had a tank top on under it!*sighs in exasperation* But yes...so I went and changed and such. The rest of the day went fine. I got lots of attention. And I enjoyed it. So very me like. I took a two hour nap and when I woke up I thought it was morning. So I went into hysterics about no one waking me up and me missing the bus. Haha. I'm such a loser child. But I love me still. Um...yes...that's my day. Oh and I came home and some people were very happy when I woke up. I felt so loved. Wouldn't it suck to be perfect? Or am I crazy??