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Oh...so...tired...

Well, mom might care a little more than I thought but I still don't feel it's much. Nope, not much at all. She told me rather dryly last night about how someone drove up in our driveway, sat for a little while and then drove off. I was just kinda like, ok, whatever. According to my personal horrorscope for next week, unexpected guests could drop by on the 11th and I should be sure to have some refreshments on hand, just in case. My lucky day will be tuesday, and my lucky numbers are 10, 20, 34, 23, 22, 49. Tomorrow is lizzies birthday. Yay for her. Bitch. I hate siblings, especially her. I'm gonna ask mom for 10 bucks so I can get something for her. Probably only gonna spend like 5 and then keep the rest. I need that tattoo. Blech, I should probably go shower now before I fall back to sleep. I woke up at 7ish, one of the most ungodly hours of the mourning. It's now 830. Augh. This is horrible, how can I be up this early?