Yesterday my mom read me some of her diary entries from when she was eighteen or so (like a senior of a freshman in college.) Some of her entries were quite intelligent and articulate, she had a very mature and developed view of the world for someone so young. Others were just these ramblings about some guy she liked and how crazy she was over him. She read me one about how her mother was driving her crazy and said "see, I'm not the only one". Um yes mother, I realize that but don't pretend like you understand because I don't see you showing any effort to not drive me crazy. But I guess that's just a mother's job, right?
Today, I should stay home and slave away on my massive amount of homework that was assigned to me this weekend. But no, I choose to go shopping instead. Well, that is if Sara, Morgan or Audrey calls us back. I do need clothes though. It's been too long since I have been shopping and since I'm not spending my money on anything else this month I can buy more. :)
September is almost sort of over. Mom and dad should let us go to two show per month again (after this, that is.) We will see, now won't we?