Burn baby burm.

The pile where the old mobile home used to be is burning. Good riddance.
I finally got to have some pizza. I felt sooo much better for it. I'm still not up to eating everything put in front of me I don't think, but at least I can open my mouth wide enough for a fork with food on it now. Yesterday was a struggle.
I want more pudding.
It's also really hard to talk about the effects of the teeth being taken out, and the stitches... without making some sort of unintentional innuendo. I have to pay close attention to my words.
As much as I love Spanish, I think I shouldn't have taken it this year. I mean, the diligence is all well and good, and being fairly fluent in it is really good... but damn I'm tired of it. I'm tired of looking at sentences in Spanish and hoping I can translate them. I also feel very behind. I don't think I'd stand a chance on the AP test.
It's really fun when I go to the library in sixth and get to talk with Biz, Kah, and Shanny.

Fin.