Highlight of the day:

I'm kinda shy to say it, but it...I don't know, but I'm sure you know the feeling.

I was washing the dishes, when my mom comes up to me and says, "You're getting pretty."

Caught me off guard. I swear, my self-esteem has always been as low as...I don't know...temperatures in Wisconsin in January. To hear that from my mom was nice. To hear it is nice at all. You have found my weakness. No, actually, I have exposed to you my weakness. Low self-esteem. If you've been reading my page since the beginning, you will have noticed this. This should not be news to you. I'm not a cocky bitch. Well, I don't know. It just...I don't know. Maybe it made me feel better? Although it really shouldn't....I don't know. I'm not very good at this stuff. Not at all. Hey, if you throw at me some pretty depressing, suicidal stuff...I'd be pro. But you throw compliments, and I'll deny them to a point that you'll really get to hate me.

Other highlight (directed to Anthony)
Dude, you shoulda saw Tita Edith dancing. She was copying our (Bryan and me) dance since we decided to do some choreographing to friggin B2K. You missed some crazy booty shaking.