Someone cook me breakfast.

I have been up for an hour and thirty minutes studying Spanish for our test today. We have to write an essay so I'm writing it now and trying to memorize my answers. You know things are weird when you're trying to figure out how to talk about physical abuse in Spanish. I didn't choose the topic.

I would have done this last night but I ate dinner with my mother, her best friend Val and her husband Dudley. We had to discuss my mother's boo for like an hour and I thought I saw death coming for me. He's super sketchy and uses a TracFone. He invited my mother to the beach next week and she is seriously thinking about going. She has been on two dates with him and has known him for like 3 weeks. We all tried to talk her out of it, but she wants to go. I can't see this ending well, but she doesn't listen to reason. Ever. I missed Dallas to listen to all that. 

My Spanish class drama just keeps getting weirder. I think Lillie might kill me soon, so if I die someone needs to check her out. Greg wants to be my conversation partner instead of hers and she is legitimately freaking out. I don't care who my partner is as long as we make an A. She's in some twisted version of Fatal Attraction in which the man is gay and has a boyfriend.

Something good happened yesterday! I recorded the Laguna Beach episodes I was going to miss while in class and got to watch them during my extended lunch period. Kathy came home for lunch and I had to try to explain it to her. I don't think she was entertained. 

Candice is iMessaging me from Germany right now, so she is alive. She's initiating boowatch tonight at the soccer game. We've gone global. 

Back to studying. Hasta manana.