fond memories, im sure. "forget about it"

Hey lydia, may i remind u i have never greeted ne one that way. I said many times how stupid it was in gr 8. Cheese slice to the maximum. That was u, and skylar, and hickey. Remember? Not me. I just didn't get it.
I did get a lot of things in gr 8. Which is probably why it was one of my best and worst yrs in school. I mean, on the good side, I still have all my diaries fr that time, and as i recall, there were a lot of guys i liked then. Most I won't admit to.
On the other side, i went through the equivalent of mental breakdown bc of u and every person i hung out w on that one unforgetable day. I still have never figured out how y'all got together on that one to make me so upset. Every single person. I was miserable for what seemed like a v long time.
But, enough about the past.
I have one of the two things done for history. And I need to finish the bibliography on that. *rolls eyes* I never did complete my biography of Brian Mulroney.
Here's what really happened: Last night, mom rented the Incredibles. Well, i had never seen it, cutesy movie, i decided to watch it. I had to make my own supper first, a version of their's minus the chicken. So I make my supper, watch about an hour of the movie, and then abbie wakes up. Turns out she peed down the side of the pull-out couch. Like, ewwwww. So dad's cleaning that up, mom running all over the place, and I realize, oh, it's a good time to get back to my hmwk. Riiiiight. So I click onto my account on our computer, and i realize the internet had been on all that time on our dial up!!!
It sounds really dumb, but i got super upset. I mean like, I started yelling and screaming, no one was listening to me, and then dad comes out to talk to me about what happened after we got our messages fr the phone. I really hate it when he looks at me like that. Like I've done the unspeakable crime. So when he's done tlking, i walk into the bathroom, thinking, I could kill myself in here so easily. We've got like, a whole bottle of rubbing alochol. Lucky for me, I don't have the true desire to commit suicide, just a v dramatic and somewhat morbid side. So I just start crying. I mean, like, silent, tears won't stop coming crying. Then i washed my face, went downstairs and crawled nito bed. It was 7:45 pm. I woke up at 7:15 am. At least I got a lot of sleep.
well, that's bringing y'all up to date. lol
And josh, that should explain why i wasn't on msn at 11. bye.
~mAnDi J