Coming home
So my grandma is coming home today (Friday).  I'm pretty happy about that.  She will be on oxygen though, but it's better for her.  Not being about the breath properly must really really suck.  I mean, I know what that feels like.  Ever since I was little I've always gotten this thing called croup.  I was born with a really small throat and stuff, so every time I think about getting sick my throat swells up.  Especially when it goes from hot to cold or vice verse quickly, but mainly from hot to cold.  I hate not being able the breath, I almost died from it when I was 2.  So yeah, hopefully, after all of this, she feels better.  

Today I had guard.  That was fun, as always.  My sisters birthday party is this weekend, which means there is going to be 28 screaming 3rd graders at my house....yay. I was going to make my sister a dress for her birthday, but I never got around to getting the black fabric I needed, so maybe I can fuck around with some old shirts I have.... or maybe I pillow case, because she's still little.

I got my jeep back!  Finally, after like...9 months.  It was smelly and dirty, so I swept it out, and tried to get all the dust off of the insides.  Then I washed the outside, but I realised it was really dirty so I said fuck it.  Maybe I will take it and get it washed at a car wash place.  The inside needs to be like...shampooed, because the air conditioner was leaking before I wrecked it, and the carpet it all gross.  My dad said that he's going to order me seat covers.  Thank goodness, because the seats are atrocious.  

Anyway, I better get to bed.  Good night everyone!