tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65496731803177024902011-04-21T10:42:12.587-07:00Bouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17510872800556775356noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549673180317702490.post-30068954018286720272007-06-23T11:18:00.000-07:002007-06-23T12:47:23.569-07:00*whew* it took me three tries to recharge my phone and put more minutes on it. now i have 41. anyway...<br><br><br />after i woke up (i slept in the bathtub :D) my mom had to leave to go to a hotel where my grandma was staying because she has cancer and stuff and it's really annoying, because nobody is ever here and i can't go anywhere with them. we're supposed to go shopping for <a href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com">cecilia</a>'s birthday present hopefully, and my mom said that she would bring me home something from starbucks. i'm talking to dylan on the phone and i still kind of hate him and he's going to read this and be like "heyy i'm not gay." but whatever. this is lame.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549673180317702490-3006895401828672027?l=lollibou.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17510872800556775356noreply@blogger.com0