Kaaatrina

It's 3:15 am. I can't sleep. i want to but, I can't. I suppose it's alright, i can sleep during liturgy tomorrow; err today. Ehh, I'm not a really religious person. Some can hate, but whatever. So, its 3:15 in the morning, and I have 2 tests today and a lab due. I studied, some what. I should get rest, so I can focus on my tests. I know I should, but see that isn't the fact. I can't. Poop. This stinks. But, in turn, I do get to write my first blog. Super!
Brianna's room smells heavenly. I lit a Yankee Candle, and I think it was the cupcake one, and it smells wonderful. Yum. Grr; this makes me hungry. I want a cupcake. Mmm, yummy yummy yummy.
Uh oh's go out to later today because, one, my boyfriend is going to be upset that I didn't call him and two, my parental units are pissed at me. First reason; the phone bill was $500 again. Second reason; this was my second warning. Poop. When I get home my dad is going to scream and yell and do his usual 'Your not responsible' speech. But little does he know, I will be ready. Woooot. How am I ready? I have no clue. But I have all this time to think about it. Yay! Oy, and going back to my boyfriend, he will be very upset that I didn't call him at least once to say anything or even care to take the time to call period. Oh boo hoo. I didn't call for one night. He also has to remember, uh helllooo, my bill $500 dollars. That is a lot of money. And mostly because of him, well us. We talk all the time. And the occasional falling asleep on the phone. Whoops. |: My mother put it out there straight that I use all of the minuets of our plan. There are three of us, and we have to share between 1400. I mean come on, a teenager these days living off of a mere what four hundred minuets. Gosh. Oh my god. I sound like a brat. Geez, that means I need sleep.

Out.