Of Course Not.

To be honest, I don't feel too much like writing about that boy. After all, he's just a boy, right?

But then again, I'm not one for empty promises.

The thing is just that I'm basically done thinking about that (for the time being) and don't really know what to say about it anymore. You know what I mean? At the time, you needed someone to blurt everything out to, but once that certain period has passed, you tend to just want to ponder on those thoughts quietly.

Here, I'll give it a shot:

Like I mentioned before, this involves a boy. And math. But let's start with the boy.

He's quite idealistic. Smart, funny, cute, and probably one of the nicest boys out there. Any girl would be more than lucky to have him. Mr. Nice Guy seems to fit.

It's not that I like him or anything...just that, he stands out to me. If he's in a room when I walk in, you can bet that I'll have noticed. There is no intense attraction or anything, but he's just one of those boys that I wouldn't mind catching the eye of.

This is where the math comes in.

Mr. Nice Guy is out of my domain.

No, not league. Domain.

Alright, I understand that most people can be a bit rusty when dealing with math, so here's a briefing: Domain is basically all the possibilities that you can plug into an equation that will spit out an answer for you. It includes all the choices that can be taken into consideration.

In this situation, being out of my domain means that Mr. Nice Guy can't even be considered for more-than-friends material.

No. He is not gay.

However, he does happen to be the brother of one of my closest friends.

Just as bad, huh?

Several friends of ours have come up to me telling me how cute we'd be as a couple and asking if I liked him (you know how they say it, with raised eyebrows and a sly smile). My response was that of course I didn't. His sister is one of my really good friends, so it just wouldn't be right.

They also told me that it really seemed as if he liked me. This suggestion, I dismissed even faster. To guys, I'm always "the friend" or their "best bud".

Just yesterday, a close friend of his dragged me away for a quick chat to, once again, ask me if I was interested in him. And, yet again, my replied was no. She then went on to say that she asked him if he liked me. Now, despite my indifference to Mr. Nice Guy, I was still curious about his answer to her question.

She acted this out for me: Ponders. (Ponders! I asked her and she said he actually thought about if for a while.) "Well...I don't think so. I mean, she's basically best friends with my sister."

I didn't realize it until it happened, but that was not the reply I had hoped for.

...

Sheesh, now I've got a situation that I thought I had just gotten over.

This is exactly what I need right now, a boy problem.

Great, just great.

Semi-Worth Reading, I suppose.

Please tell me I'm not ridiculously sad:

The Rubik's Cube is my life.

Yes, I'm dead serious, quit laughing.

Last year, there was a senior who was amazing. And when I say amazing, I mean, AMAZING. He was able to solve a Rubik's Cube in less than thirty seconds. Okay, annoyingly amazing, but amazing, nonetheless.

Because he wasn't exactly the brightest bulb, I figured, 'Hey, this will be a breeze!' like any niave little girl would. After going out and forking over eight bucks for a Rubik's Cube (they were actually pretty hard to find...), I started to mess with it.

Now that I think about it, I unconsciously believed that because I was quite a bit smarter than that Rubik's Cubitian, I would just...get it.

Like, just...get it. Yah.

NO.

After a week-long streak of failures, I gave up.

Now, half a year later, this unsolved problem has resurfaced.

An official addict, I've been carrying a Rubik's Cube in my purse for the past week, pulling it out during classes, hoping to figure out the next step. Unlike the last time, I am actually getting somewhere. Currently, I've got two steps left to learn, and the rest I figured out by myself.

(Take that, Rubik's Cubitian.)

I just cannot wait for that feeling of solving my first Rubik's Cube. It feels like the only problem/question in my live with a solution. Not that I know what the solution is...YET.

Just to throw this in there: Calculus, is pretty fabulous as well. It's got answers to all its problems and (unlike all the previous math classes I've taken) I don't even have to show all my work. HA.

Oh! Speaking of math...
I've got something else that needs to be said, but it's about a boy.

Boys and math.

Ugh, I know.

Okay, not really math, but sort of. You'll see.

Next post. Promise.

It's Getting Cold.

Serious case of writer's block = Lack of new posts

Two days and counting.
I've got nothing to say.

For the past week, I've resorted to talking about my insignificant daily happenings.

Those posts sucked, I know.

Sorry.

But until there's actually something worth writing about, I'm on leave.

I've Missed You.

I love Britney Spears. Always have.

Yesterday, I happened to stumble upon "Piece of Me" by my childhood (and maybe even present) idol.

(Oh, come on! Admit it, you all loved her at some point.)

Although the singing wasn't exceptional, the song was extremely catchy, like all of her past hits. I've missed her these passed few years. Not the hobo Britney that's been not-so-gracefully gracing the covers of magazines, but the Britney of the past, the "Hit Me Baby" Britney.

Now that my adoration of Britney Spears is out in the open, I'd like to say that I never stopped rooting for her.

I was one of those (somewhat annoying and immature) die-hard fans that just wanted to see her shine again.

For the past twenty-four hours, I've been walking around with various songs of hers playing through my mind: "Lucky", " You Drive Me Crazy", "Slave 4 U", "Satisfaction", and "Born To Make You Happy".

(I'll have you know that my first CD ever was Britney Spears.)

Don't deny it, you all saw a post coming about her. For me to have posted so many before even bringing up THEE Britney Spears is unbelievable.

So, I love her.

In a non-lesbian, yet completely worship-like way.

Tainted.

Common situation?

Whenever there is a guy making his way into my picture, there is always another girl, cutting him off my page and then pasting him onto hers.

Every time I have those "starter" feelings, you know the kind...more than neutral acquaintance, but not yet a real "likey likey"...noticing someone more than you should when you see them, but no butterflies in your stomach (yet)...well, it feels like someone I know always beats me at this game.

There tends to always be a friend, any friend, that becomes interested in a guy around the same time I do, but that friend (whoever it may be) always announces her feelings first. Because I don't like sharing my emotions with, oh, the rest of the school, I end up having to think myself out the oncoming feelings.

All the while supporting the moves that friend tells me she's planning on making towards the respective guy.

Then, because the guy has been "tainted", shall we say, he's basically off limits for the rest of...forever.

I'm so sick of having to be the one to suppress what is not very suppressible.

But what's there to do?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

Jerk-Face.

Today started off pretty alright. School was going just fine and everything seemed perfectly uneventful.

Unfortunately, Advanced Comp happened to be on today's schedule. The teacher finally passed back the informative papers that were handed in two weeks ago.

B+. That's what I got. I know, it's still above average. And yes, I know, lots of students would have killed to get a B+ on their Adv Comp paper. BUT, the effort I put into that essay should have gotten me an A. Usually, I would have been even more pissed (annoying academically-focus overachiever, remember?), but this time it was more like: Whatever. Why, you ask?

Well, you see...in this class we sit in rows. (You're probably like, "uh huh??") I sat next to Eye Candy Boy("Ohhh!"), and (ahh!) our rows were super close together today. Obviously, no one was going to move a whole row of desks, so...yay!

Not to mention, in another class, he spoke to me. As in...directed sound waves my way. Yes. But I won't go on about such an eency, weency happening. (As you can imagine, I'm mentally squealing and jumping up and down.)

...
Ugh.

If the day could have ended there, I would have hit Day Two of my good streak.

Nope...up next: Musical Practice.

Not only were four girls crying/depressed/pissed off, the choreographer was being a jerk-face. Being in that environment for three hours, resulted in me going home wanting to cry/in a state of depression/really really really angry.

You know the moods that makes you want to crawl into bed and fall asleep for a week or so? This was one of those.

And that's exactly what I did. (Okay, not for a week...)

Since I woke up three hours ago, only a total of five words have escaped my mouth.

Future mime?

Maybe, just maybe.

And A Half.

Today was, as I had predicted it was going to be, a good day.

And honestly, what more could you ask for?

...
I mean, I guess you could say that a fantastic day tops a good one, but at this point (high school...) good is...well, pretty dang fantastic.

There was no drama whatsoever, school was really nice to me (no, really...nice as in telling me I had the highest test score on a physics test and not giving me any homework), rehearsal was semi-fun (which is actually really fun when talking about rehearsals), and and and...the radio's been playing songs that I actually like for the past hour and a half.

So, as you can imagine, I'm all smiles.

Okay, I knew I spoke too soon. Right after I said what I said about the radio being really great, a crappy song came on.

Whatever, that's one dark cloud trying to cover a billion rays of sunshine.

Alright, there was one more dark cloud: Eye Candy Boy wasn't at school today. Need an update?Read this post and then this one.

You see, today was probably going to be the last day this year to be over 70 degrees, and Eye Candy Boy is big on fishing (and no, I don't even know why he's into whatever he's into, because he is SO not my typical kind of guy). I'm more than just pretty sure that he's somewhere with his dad and brother, fishing. Aka having the time of his life. Without me.

Not that he really knows I exist. Okay, that's a lie. He knows perfectly well who I am, but I highly doubt that he's thought about me for more than a total of a second and a half.

Whatever, Eye Candy Boy isn't relationship material anyways. Which is actually too perfect, because the last thing I want right now is a relationship.

But anyways, he can fish all week if he wants.

See if I care.

Anything About Anything.

Second blog today!

And once again, I don't have anything extraordinary to say. My computer is being annoyingly slow (I can't wait to get my own Mac for college!) and I felt like hopping on here. Again.

I suppose I could tell you that I recently became an online shopper! No, an online shopping addict.

All I want to do is look at clothes all day, while sitting on my bum (or lack of...I'm sure I've mentioned this in a previous post) and scroll through all the prettiness that I can't find in this awfully small town of mine.

Okay, okay...it's not THAT small, but it's just a bit bigger than THAT small. Half of the cute clothes I want to wear (after I spend hundreds and hundreds of dollars buying them) can't even be worn here.

I've been dying for some kickass ankle boots lately, and if anyone knows anything about ankle boots it's that they usually have a three-inch heel on them. Not a big problem, right? If you live anywhere but here!

If I wore shoes with heels on a daily basis, I'd get funny looks or smiles asking "Oh, what's the occasion?" GAH!!!

Whateves. After senior year, I'm out.

Fo Sho'. YO.

All Over The Place.

As anyone can tell from my last few posts, my life has been...sucky suck mcsuckster. (Ooh, that sounded naughty...) Ha, but yes, it's been that bad.

However, tomorrow, it'll be Monday yet again, and I'm most definitely ready to have that be changed. How? By changing it myself.

I guess I saw it coming. Everything seemed to be going pretty smoothly for a while, and it felt like something bad was bound to happen and it did. I mean, last week had better have been the "bad thing", because another "bad thing" and I'll drop dead.

Anywhoooo...TIME TO MOVE ON.

This coming week is sort of exciting. Well, I mean, I have a good feeling about this coming week. I don't think anything is going to go horribly wrong. But you know, it's just a feeling.

Sorry for being so absolutely random and boring in this post. I didn't really know what to say, but have been wanting to post a new one all day.

Hmm...let's see, what else is there to update?

I placed another order on Forever21.com. :D
God, I love shopping. All I'm going to be able to think about for the next two weeks is my order and when it'll be here. In my hands. I ordered this really cute cream and navy (diagonally) striped sweater, a cool scarf (I've been wanting to buy a scarf for ages!), and a mustard yellow (I know that sounds gross, but I swear it's not!) croc wallet. Ah! I'm getting psycho just thinking about how long I'll have to wait before it gets here!

Oh! Another icky topic: Debit Card.
Mommy informed me that last month I spent over three hundred dollars using my debit card. She was being really nice about it (because I have another SAT test date coming up...this time for three Subject Tests...and she didn't want to stress me out), but that is so so soooo not healthy. The worst part? I only use my Debit Card about half the time. The other half, I use cash. EEK!

I've been planning to get a job for ages, but school's always so busy, and being in musicals makes scheduling shifts a pain. Not that I'd know from personal experience or anything, but most of my friends are unhappy with their too-hectic lives right now.

**After I posted this, I realized how awkward I let this end. So...yah. :]

All Jumbo-ed Up.

It's almost midnight, and I'm in a rather weird mood.

One of those not happy, not sad, not angry, not glad, indescribable (why does that word look so weird?) moods.

All I want to do right now is listen to "See You Again" and ponder things. Anything, really. My life at home, my life at school, the friends in my life, and the absolute lacking of a romantic life. Ha.

For the past year or so, I've been having lots of these weird moments, and during all of them, I've sort of just shut myself off from the rest of the world. It doesn't sound healthy, and I don't doubt that is isn't, but during these moments, I'm allowed to tidy things up in my mind.

It seems as if during my daily happenings, all the information I currently have and the new information (about people, places, events) I'm obtaining have experience many natural disasters and have fallen off of their neatly organized shelves. Usually, I'm too busy to take the time to put everything back in their nice little stacks, and my mind gets all jumbo-ed up.

Then, I have one of those moods.

I swear, they're amazing. It's time I get to myself (which I haven't been able to have much of lately) and clear up the mess made by a hurricane/tsunami/earthquake/tornado.

For a while after I've had a mental cleaning session, the decisions I make tend to be more rational and not so sudden.

This, I truly believe, is the reason why I haven't kicked someone in the face yet. I mean, that sort of action is one that I have barely been able to ignore.

Everything and everyone around me seems to suck. There's some sort of awful situation shouting "surprise!" in my face around every corner and the people in my life are even worse.

For the past five days, I've been keeping myself buried in a deathly large pile of homework just so I can ignore everyone when they want to talk about one terrible incident or another. I mean, it's the hardest thing to be a good listening friend when you can barely hear your own thoughts.

Physically, I haven't been doing so well either. I haven't been sleeping well because a)I hardly actually fall completely asleep and b)I think I'm tightening my muscles in my sleep. When I woke up this morning, every muscle in my upper body was really tense and really sore.

Ugh.

Well, at least I'm mentally "tidied up" now.

I have five straight days of bad.

It's gotta be time for some good, right?

RIGHT?!

Jam Session.

About a year ago, Miley Cyrus's "See You Again" was released.

Sometime in the three months or so after it came out, most of you jammed out to it.

I sure did.

During that time period, I could be found dancing in my car, around my house, and even in various clothing stores when the song was on.

Not going to lie, at first, I thought the song was annoying. I mean, not many people above the age of twelve would willingly admit to liking the teen queen. But, despite the enormous amount of effort I put into NOT the song, I was succumbed to it's amazingness.

Soon, I started finding myself singing along (and, not too long after, dancing along) to this annoyingly catchy song.

I haven't heard this song much since last year...but today, I happened stumble upon it as the background music on a YouTube video I was watching.

As if it was a reflex, I immediately got off of my chair and started dancing. And singing.

Loudly and, no doubt, obnoxiously.

Those four minutes became the highlight of my week. (which has officially made the list "Worst Weeks Of My Life")

Hmm...

You know what? I think I'll go listen to it again.

Yes, it's THAT good. :]

What Were We Thinking?

Women. What were we thinking?

Sure, we're just as good (if not way better than) men, but why couldn't we just realize our good fortune and take it as it was.

It used to be that all women had to worry about was looking pretty. Their husbands took care of them and workers were hired to take care of the household. What were the women of the past thinking? Did they not enjoy the perks of being female?

I mean, I would never want to be treated as if I was born male. Why would I want to give up the luxuries that I was born having with a life in which I would actually have to work to obtain semi-comfort?

I would have been perfectly satisfied with having to not worry about anything except whether I was having a bad hair day and whether my dress was as pretty as the next girl's. There is no doubt in my mind that the money my lovely husband brought home would have been put to good use (shoes!). I could have had money and the time to spend it.

But nope. My fellow females decided that they wanted a say in the world, throwing away the birth-rights that made life oh-so-very-comfortable

So, here I am, the modern day female, getting wrinkly way before my time thanks to scarily long college applications and the existence of problems above the everyday nuisances.

GAH.

Face Of Death.

Why are there people that need a Daily Dose of Drama? (Triple D, ha)

It's like a drug for them. They are willing to hurt the friends they say they love in order to get this daily dosage.

Why can't things just DIE when they're suppose to?

There are incidents that should have just been forgotten. And yet, knowing just how much tension and awkwardness can be created by the resurrecting of an incident, these people are still willing to bring it back up and drags it through the mud.

Why is the "good" in good friend so ambiguous?

When you try to save a friend from getting their heart broken again, you're considered "not supportive". Yet, in the end, when their heart has been broken, you get blamed for "not informing them of a mistake they're making."

WHY OH WHY?

I have this friend, who wears her heart on her sleeve. No, that's an understatement.

But, no matter how many times she says she "just got her heart ripped out then stomped on" and "will not make such rash decisions again", I always end up sitting on the floor with my arms around her murmuring about how things will "be okay."

And remember the Triple D previously mentioned? Well, she's a hardcore addict.

Just when things are working out for everyone around her, she will cause some sort of uproar in order to totally and completely mess up everyone else's lives so her own won't seem so bad (even when it isn't that bad at all, but once again, drama addict). But, if there's no easy way to stir up trouble dealing with a current situation, you can be sure that some absolutely awful complication from the past will be brought back into the present.

My life wasn't perfect a few days ago, but it was still (barely) manageable. I was able to smile on my way from class to class, and keep that little skip in my step. Family was being smothering and schoolwork was becoming overwhelming, but at least I had my friends for to get me through each day.

Oh, but now I know better than to even let my happiness be dependent on the actions of my buds.

Yesterday, I received a personal attack from this particular friend of mine, that made me realize the rather large parts of my world that were crashing down around me: family, school, friends...the will to keep going. (God, that sounds suicidal. Don't worry though, I'm not.)

Public humiliation, she felt, was the best way to express her feelings towards me.

In order for anyone to understand how much this actually affected me, it needs to be known that I am not an outwardly angry person. When I'm upset, or even extremely angry, I will (in an unhealthy way, I'm sure) keep it bottled up inside. So, from anyone else's perspective, I would still seem the happy-go-lucky girl that I usually am. It it extremely rare to see me visibly upset.

Now, yesterday, that line was crossed. I was far beyond angry.

Try furious.
Livid, even.

I snapped, which resulted in a minor confrontation in class that finally putting an end to the public humiliation, and shut her up.

That wasn't the end, however. For the rest of the day my face, apparently, was...scary.

According to some rather reliable sources, I looked like I was ready to murder someone with my bare hands.

A smile was out of the question, due to me not even being able to look semi-calm.

The day ended in me driving for half an hour on an endless road in the rain, hoping to rid my "Face Of Death" so my already (annoyingly) concerned parents wouldn't ask about what was wrong. The long drive worked, sort of.

That was yesterday, Bad Day #1.

Today, despite my many attempts steer clear from unhappiness, became Bad Day #2.

I'm not so sure I can handle three Bad Days in a row, but I'm pretty sure three is an optimistic number at this point.

Livid.

That's what I was. Absolutely furious.

Violently infuriated.

...

Now, though, I'm all worn out. Life has most definitely taken a toll on me, and all I want to do is curl up under my bajillion comforters, turn up my portable heater, snuggle up with Moo-Moo, and fall asleep.

All in hopes of avoiding reality.

Ugh, horrible mood.

I don't think I can put words to the wrath in me.

Maybe later?

Maybe tomorrow? Yah.

All Smiles.

It's Monday! :]

Mondays usually aren't the most well-liked day of the week, but this particular Monday isn't so bad.

Main reason: there's no school. (I love Inservice days, they make my week so much better by making it so much shorter.) So far today, I've been sitting around. I also got a chance to do some of the homework I've been procrastinating on, organized my room, and ate.

Because of my awfully busy Saturday and Sunday, I didn't even get a chance to glance at a textbook, which disabled me to do homework. I loved the business then, I'm sort of resenting it now, because all the homework I should have been doing since Friday night has been piled onto the To-Do List for today.

This morning, Mommy asked me to put away some of my summery clothes so more room can be made for the Winter things that are coming back out. I started organizing some things around, and although I already spent about four hours on this task, it doesn't even look like I got anything done. The neatness level of my room hasn't increased, and I don't remember where anything in my room is anymore. Great. Just great.

But eating was great! Being so busy for most of this weekend, most definitely had a negative effect on my eating routine. I haven't had a decent meal since Friday night, and only at junk-ish food. Mommy cooked breakfast and lunch for me today, and it was fabulous.

Unfortunately, there's still a huge pile of things that need to be accomplished before today ends.

So I best get back to it.

My Tomorrow.

So, tomorrow's the big day.

...No! Not THAT big. However, it is pretty hectic, and like I promised, I am going to give an update on what's all going downnn.

First off, Mommy is leaving for a two day trip to New York to visit a bunch of her friends so Daddy and I (and maybe my sister, if she wakes up early enough) will be taking her to the airport at, get this...5:30 AM!!!

Yes, and it get better. Right after Daddy and I drop her off, we have to start our trip to a town that's an hour and a half away so I can take my SATs (save me?), which is going to take more than three hours. Then, almost four long torturously slow hours later, I'll be on my way back here.

Not here, I suppose, but at 1:45 PM I've got to get my tush to a surprise party for a great friend of mine. Even though the party is three hours long, I will be leaving halfway through it.

Why? Because after the party, there is still the Homecoming Dance. Oh lord.

I was planning on staying longer at the party, but the group of girls I'm getting ready with decided they wanted to do the whole dinner and pictures deal (one of the girls has a daddy who is a photographer, so they're going to be fancy shmancy pictures).

...I'm just hoping that the food is fabulous, because the only other time I'll be able to eat is on the drive back from the SAT (McDonald's, anyone?)

Lastly, the actual dance. The dance starts at 7:30 PM, but obviously no one's going to be having any serious fun until 8:00, which is when we plan on arriving. After we get there, you can find me in the middle of the crowd, dancing the night away (without Eye Candy Boy...poopy).

Of course, afther that, there will be the after-dance party that'll be god-knows-where and I'm sure it'll last until the wee hours of the morning when everyone's half falling asleep anyways.

Somehow, in all this mess, I have to be able to find time to go and buy a pair of earrings that'll match my necklace. GAHH!!!

Breathe. Breathe. In. Out. In. Out. Too fast. Slow down.
Alright, I can breathe.

So yes, that is indeed my schedule for tomorrow. Insanly hectic, yes. Insanely fabulous, even moreso.

I'm so pumped! (and oh so scared)

Yummy!

I learned that my chances of seeing Eye Candy Boy this weekend went from slim ...to none.

He left the state at about 4:00 PM (to fly to Stanford University...yes, Stanford) and will not be back until Monday afternoon-ish. I mean, this is a guy that has, in less than a week, completley changed my reasons for getting up in the morning.

Needless to say, this physical attraction has taken over my hormonally-ran teenage body. For example, if my day is becoming a a string of crapola dripping events, a glamce of his yumminess can turn crap into gold. (Yes, THAT's how yummy his yumminess is.)

To make matters a bit more depressing, this weekend also just happens to be Homecoming weekend. My SENIOR Homecoming, in fact.

Tomorrow is the Homecoming football game (that, unfortunately, I can't go to) and on Saturday is the Homecoming Dance.

Not that I was hoping to slow dance the night away with Eye Candy Boy or anything. It's just that seeing him there would add a little more...yumminess. (God, yummy is the only way to describe him, I swear.)

Before I found out this awful news, there was still the slight hope of being squished up next to him in a crowd of students finally being let loose, but that terribly small bit of hope was taken away from me, because (obviously) I can't be squished up to yumminess when there IS NO yumminess present.

The way that I found out about the news, however, was not through him. In fact, it was through a friend of mine whose family happens to be BFFs with his family. (She apologized for telling me this and making my weekend a little less bright and shiny, though.) This might seem to make me some sort of creeper, but honest-to-god, I'm not. I didn't ask to know. I mean, who'd want this dreams to be brutally crushed like that? (No one, I hope.)

Oh, in Spanish the other day, he was making quesadillas with one of his friends to serve to the class (it was an extra credit opportunity, and making quesadillas was more appeaing than to listen to a Senor talk for forty minutes...) and just the way he was working the quesadilla-making appliances on the counter made me decide that if I ever get married, my husband better cook for me, and he better look like THAT when he cooked.

I had the urge to hop on the counter and make him kiss me kiss me kiss me. But, barely, I was able to control my raging hormones by planting my feet firmly on the ground and sitting on my hands. (As you can guess, I learned nothing Spanish-related that day.)

...
If I were to have an affair in five years with any man, it'd better be him. You might ask: Isn't a relationship more ideal? And to that, I say: Not necessarily.

Explanation:
I put guys in two main categories: Relationships VS One Night Stands

There are guys that when you like, you truly like and you really want to be with them in every way. The attraction is not only physical but it's everything else. Relationships.

Then there are the guys that you find absolutely drool-worthy, but would not want to be in an actual relationship with because either a) you don't know enough about them to actually like them for more than their yumminess or b) you know all about them, but you don't like anything under that yumminess. One Night Stands.

Affair=Physical-er. Relationship=Everything-er.

Right now, though, I've decided I want neither.

Anything more than what's already on my plate would be unnecessary added stress. (And we all know that stress leads to wrinkles.)

Speaking of...my weekend=stressful.

I'd explain now, but I'm tired, and don't feel like it.

Tomorrow. I've got lots of time tomorrow.