last ight, ryan started freaking out about something outside, and so mom and i went to lok, and there were 3 firetrucks, and 2 ambulances. they went to a house just down the block. ryan and i went across the street to watch from a neighbors driveway, where all the other neighbors were gathering. i stayed for a while, but it was chilly, and my stomach still didn't feel good, so i went back inside, and threw up. i then went to bed. i fell better now. the headache is gone, and was hungry so i ate a small bowl of oatmeal. i would've had toast, but the only bread we have is wheat. that's good for sandwiches, but not for toast.

mom said i couldn't go to the gym, but maybe ic an convince her to let me go to the weighttraining class ryan has to go to. he keeps complaining he's all sore. but he'll be grateful for the muscles when he becomes a bagger. i wish i would've had more when i started.