im going to finish my journalism portfolio TONIGHT if it kills me. i'll stay up till two a.m. (yes, i realize that isn't tonight anymore) if i need to. i MUST finish it.

i dropped a pen behind my desk today. so i got a long claw extender thingy to get it out, but i dropped that too. so then i got a broom and put heck of sticky tape all around the end of it. i stuck that behind my desk, but all i picked up was dust and piece of paper. so my pen is still behind the desk, and the tool to get it out is back there also. dangit. THEN while i was getting off the top of my desk, my foot slipped on the construction paper on the desk....and i stuck out my other foot to steady myself on the chair, but there WAS no chair and all i got was air. i heck of freaked out and i started wobbling, then i jumped off and my foot hit the corner of my bed. that heck of hurt. i want my pen back.

my dad found out i dropped the claw thinger, and he got all pissy. i thought it was hilarious. my mom just got home, and he walks out of my room and tells her "all she knows how to do is bad stuff. she can't do anything good. she can't do anything right." my mom hella freaked out and she was all "omg! what happened?!?!?!" i couldn't help laughing while i told my mom what happend, and she started laughing also. my dad is a stupid cow.