Blah.

Well, yeah, life momentarily sucks. Aunt Glenda has moved back here with Grammy Pat and may be coming to see the play. My brothers and I seem to be the only ones who are worried about it. The rest of the world thinks we should just get over everything that happened and its not that easy. Blah.

I'm sick as a dog, with a really bad cold, and the play is this week. Blah.

My stupid grandfather is a perverted old man who won't stop staring at me. In church, of all places. Blah.

I miss Zack. I think I might be starting to like someone else. Blah.

I gained weight again, so I'm back on a diet. Blah.

I got, like 4 B's on my report card. Blah.

I have to write a letter to my French pen pal who has yet to respond to anything. Blah.

Oh, and my birthday is in 20 days. I turn 16. Yikes. Blah.