Look how sneeky I am

Jon : What have you been up to today?
Me: What have you been doing?
Jon : I asked first.
Me: So?
Jon : =P
I didn't want to inform him how incredible immature and child like I was, crying more the once, falling alseep often and breaking my grandfather's heart.

Almost unentintally.

Today, in the midst of my shivering under my blankets and a sweatshirt *its 97degrees, I shouldn't be cold*, I programed my cell phone.

It will now beep in countdown on days until he comes home.

This will most likly throw me into a pit of depression and late night c-room sessons.

Oh well, it was unavoidable.

I just got nailpolish in my eye. I think its time to go.