Yesterday I went to Red Lobster for my Grandma's birthday, we even borrowed my Grandpa from the hospital (he's in rehab) so he could come.......it was akward, their not getting along very well and I don't think he was feelin all that great........we had cake......but I couldn't finish my piece cuz the backry place didn't write my Grandma's name on it and we had to. My mom wrote it in purpal icing and at first there was a huge icing plug blocking the tube and I got to eat it and I found out that purpal makes me sick......Blah!

Tomorrow I have to go down to Edison to sign up for fall semster classes, first come first served you know, I don't wanna end up with crap classes.

I stayed up till 6:00 this morning and my mom comes out to walk the dog and remove the sheets from over the bird cages and while shes standing infront of our Cocketeils cage she farts rather loudly.......now I'm 19 years old I stoped laughing at peoples farts in 5th grade, but it wasn't the fart itself that made me laught its what she said.......she lifted the sheet from the bird cage and said, "Welcome to my fart."..........I was tired, it wasn't something I would have gussed she'd say.......IT WAS FUNNY!

Ok I'm done.

I'm gonna go draw now..........check out the petition in the post below this one. FIGHT THE UNFAIRNESS!