Okay, so today is Father's Day. I set my alarm for 6 a.m. but I didn't wake up until 7 a.m. I went down stairs - I had horrible cramps - and I took a nap on the couch until 8 a.m. So much for waking up early. Anywho, I went into the kitchen and made some pancakes and coffee for my dad. Breakfast in Bed! haha. I felt like a little kid. That was pretty damn sweet of me, if you asked me. He liked the breakfast, so that was cool.

I went shopping today. Bought a few things. I even bought a few pairs of sunglasses and omg they're so effing hot!

Hmm, let's see. The other night, like two nights ago, someone called me at like 3:20 in the morning. o.O I assumed it was Armond, because no one else - I thought - would be calling me at that time. I realized it wasn't him, so I assumed it was one of his friends. I told him about it, and he got all mad - like his friends shouldn't be calling me, y'know?  Well, i didn't think it was such a big deal, but then I started to really think, and now I'm really doubtful that it was even his friend. So, if it wasn't his friend who called me in the middle of the night telling me to go over to his house - and all that, then who was it?? dun dun duuuuuun. I really have no effing idea.

Anyway. I go off to Europe on Saturday! You guys know my ass is going to take lots of pictures. heh. 18 days. France, Italy, and Spain. The only place I'll have trouble speaking in is Italy. I'll need to buy a translator thingy, haha. As the departure date approaches, I'm growing a little more excited. Not much excitement yet, but I do need to start packing.

Oh another note, I heart Armond! :P