Mother hell. I wasn't using my lj client for this update... no I had to go old school and do it from the website. Yeah, post? Eaten.

All that stuff about being hit on by a girl at Hot Topic, my new shoes, my new phone, learning to really play pool with my brother and cousin... gone.

Target was way too crowded today. But it was the tax-free holiday thing, so go figure. I spent more time in the guy department - cheaper jeans by the same maker, same sizes by the same maker, a better t-shirt selection and getting to see fourteen-year-old boys shopping with their mommies is so cute. Heh.

I emailed the airport for info about my ankle. Got this back:

You will not need anything from your surgeon, but
it will require you to have additional screening
besides going through the metal detector.

Why can't I just bring in a little thing from my surgeon? When I went to the Kerry rally, they had detectors, but I must not've set them off because - I was there. I picked up all the pennies people had left, too. Good times.

Had a terrible night last night - Mom had a co-worker friend over. Not two minutes after they'd come in the door mom starts telling her my business, what I'm planning, what I've got going on. Invasion, much? I don't know this woman, why would I want her to know my business? Mom was drunk most the night. Every time I left my room I was either accosted or smothered with "I love you Jedica." I hate the way she turns into a comedian when her friend are over or she's trying to impress someone. And her friend was a smoker. That doesn't mess me up at all. I woke up with a headache from it... kept that feeling all day up til a little while ago when the boys were entertaining me with lightsaber moves.

Gramma, Mom and I drove over to look around the house Gramma's waiting to hear about owning. Just a day.

I guess I'm done.