UGH! I hate my mom! It's *already* starting. The whole "I have sOoOoOo much authority over you!" thing. Damn it all to hell. So I come in at 11:15 and she freaks out about the law. WHAT THE FUCK? Meredith has been driving for how fucking long and her curfew is *already* later than mine. God mother fucking damnit. If I could show how angry I am right now, it would look kinda' like this:

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Ahhhhh!

Breathe in, Breathe out.

So tonight Brandon came over and we kinda' sorta' TRIED to watch a movie (no, no, nothing like what you're thinking!). We just kept talking instead of watching the movie. We got halfway through It before I had to take him home. And I am still at the same place I was *before* tonight.

Which is no where.

But a few weeks ago I told him how I've always wanted a Ferris Bueller's Day Off movie poster and he got online and got one off of Ebay for me!! AwWwWwWw!

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