Whoa, Slow Down, Why is it me getting eaten?

ummm...please don't eat me. i promise that i won't make miranda mad, just don't eat me. i would like to see you try though. i might be gone by the time you get here. which means that you would have to go to hawaii. and then you would stop to look at the scenery and decide that it was retarted to even think about eating anybody (even if it is jacob). then you'll go back home and we will all live happily ever after. end of story.

ah, now i feel better that i have pleaded my case, sort of.

But, MY DADDY IS HOME!!!!! I AM SOOOOOOOO HAPPY!!!! he came in on saturday at 4:45. we have had lots of fun already. tomorrow he is taking me out to lunch somewhere, we havent decided yet.

oh yeah, and FINALS SUCK!!! i hate them! they are sooo frickin' retarded.

anyways, hope your guys life is happy