Oh My Muffin

My dad said ^that^ yesterday when I was driving around the parking lot for practice andswerved and knocked his Little Debie muffin off his lap.

Anyhoozle, I have been SUPER busy this week. I had driver's training Monday, Tuesday, and tomorow after school and I get home around five. I eat dinner, then I do my homework, which usually takes me about an hour or something. Then I read or do something fun for an hour, then I have to do my chores, then I take my shower, pack my lunch, and it's off to bed. And I'm EXHAUSTED. I stayed up late last night to watch American Idol - IF ADAM DOESN'T WIN I'M GONNA CRY - and the Tiger's game. Meg and her mom came over for an "American Idol party". My dad decided this was a good time to go on a two-hour motorcycle ride.

My grades are in thier annual slip. I'm trying really hard to keep them up, but with all that's going on, I sometimes forget my homework. Of course, the 'rents aren't helping.

I'm going to this fight thingy on Saturday. It's where you dress up like fantasy people and beat each other up with giant foam weapons. Sounds fun! But I'm kinda worried cuz this kid in my History class got his arm broken because someone hit him too hard with a foam sword. So if I get my arm broken, I'm gonna be sad.

I feel wierd going to youth group tonight. I kinda have to go cuz I gotta get stuff from the person who's putting on the fight and tell this other girl I can't go to her party. I mean, being...well, you know...it's a not very good thing for Christians to be.

Ugh.