My curfew is ten-thirty. So after they get off the phone I say, "We should probably leave about 9.30."
He says: "I told Mike AFTER ten."
I say: "My curfew is ten-thirty."
He says: "Well, we're not leaving at nine-thirty. Mike can wait."
We ended up leaving at ten.
I love that boy.
On other news, I may actually be going to school tomorrow. Hooray for Earth, I mean me!!
I watched Zim last night and today. That's the most delicious show ever.
My room is still messy and my sunburn still... well, burns. It's all good though. I finally found some macaroni, and I lost three pounds. I am happy.
Goodnight. I am really going to watch Big this time.