I've decided to blame my insane shortness on my absurd leprechaunian relatives that I dont have. Why have I been cursed with shortness? Is it someone did not want me to be able to reach the cookie jar at my age? Am I not supposed to eat Captain Crunch, located in the highest cabinet in the kitchen. Am I supposed to drop a million plates on my head, in attempt to reach a bowl? Less short people die in car accidents though, and they are ever so slightly lower to the ground in case of a fire. Perhaps I'll have an impossible growth spurt, and with my luck get in a car accident the next day... Hmmm shortness, I think I like. ____________________________________________ So the day has been ok. Woke up and lost my voice, as of now I sound like a frog choking on a fly. Not very pleasent. Aye, at least I dont have to babysit tonight. I got a return e-mail from Michael, and he said something so sweet I almost broke-out in tears (I'm not one to cry over sentimental issues) In my e-mail, I had said that he seemed better off with his friends, and I thought he didnt like me anymoer, and he replied with this: Oh now down to the part about being happy with my friends. Well that is true but the problem is I'm losing one of my best friends. Ok so I did cry.....OH WELL. haha to all the guys that read this, sorry for the mushy gushy stuff lately, I'm just a loser and have nothing better to write about. God I love him, why did I drag everyone into this? Until later then, Your neighborhood Superman