imagine my eyes rolling.

I am dead tired.

Today was cookie day. I don't really care if you don't care to know what cookie day is. I'm explaining it anyway. My mother invites her entire family over to our house to, unsurprisingly, bake and eat cookies all day. We do it every year. I get sick to my stomach every year, but it's almost worth it.

I hate that I look outside at 5:30 and almost think it's 10 at night. It messes with me.

I need the fourth twilight book. And then for a few days, I can stop freaking out. Then I'm going to re-read the series. Or something like that. I hate that I'm addicted, but hey, it's better than being addicted to drugs. Or at least that's what my sister said.

I had no idea I felt this sick. I crawled over to the computer and now I am realizing vomit may be in my future. I'm sorry I told you, but anything that comes to mine, I'm just typing. It's a good way to go about blogging.

I can't believe how cold it is outside. I don't like Minnesota in the winter. It seems there are only two seasons here, summer and winter. Spring and autumn are more like...stages into the seasons.

Robert Pattinson sings beautifully. And Iron & Wine songs are so simple, yet pretty.

Yuck. I need tums or something.

That's not the note I want to leave on... How about I tell you I'm going on a Wal-Mart run for mango bars? Not for me, of course, since I'm full beyond the point of ever feeling empty again, but for my father. Because then, I shall get my twilight book!

Good Luck to me!