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Today was filled with a lot of action/drama/life. I woke up and forced myself out of bed. I needed to get ready to go to a friend's house, but I soon forgot after eating some Fruity Pebbles (Rainbow in a Bowl) and watching Courage the Cowardly Dog. (That show scares me, though. It's creepy.) Then nana drove up. "Oh no!" Rachel yelled, "You've gotta go now Morgan!"
I was still sitting in my PJ's in my comfy chair. I jumped up and got dressed fast. So much for taking a shower before I went. I grabbed what I needed and then hopped into the car. Whee!
I got there and we walked around her nieghborhood a lot. We J-Walked, ran through parking lots, and I'm sure we looked really stupid, almost getting hit by cars. I'm a little embarrased about it. Megan talked me into it. (Just kidding.) We went to the grocery store, then to McDonalds, then to BlockBuster. All in all, I had a great time. Megan's so cool x'D
Then I went to the eye doctor. Everyone's saying, "Oh, you'll need new glasses. Your eyes have changed, like other kids your age." Guess what? Same darn vision. Hardly any change at all. Really. So! I'm unique. Yay!
I got home, and jumped onto the net. I talked to my friends, answered PMs, you know. One of my friends made me a little upset though. Okay, really upset. I was sad/mad/jealous/upset/sad/aggrivated. Someone name this emotion for me? Anyhoo, my mom walks in at the peak of my upsetness and asks for the computer. Of course I snap at her, but then I kick myself and say, "Sorry, it's yours." She asks me what's wrong but I just hide myself in my room.
After sitting on my bed, talking to myself (if you can call fragments of nonsense talking), I looked at the clock and it was time to see the movie my friend set up. I took back my computer, bottled my emotions, and had a lot of fun Watching The Matrix. Halfway through, I wanted a snack. I got some pasta, and mama asked me again, what was wrong. After a minute of her prying, I told her about it. And she did the mom thing and comforted me and gave me advice and made me feel a whole lot better. In fact, I could cry just about now. I love her so much sometimes. It's those talks I have with her that get me through my weeks, I tell ya.
So now I'm going to do my best at facing my problem. No, journal, you don't get to know. I'm not about to go spilling things that are meant for me and whoever else involved only. I'm not like that.

And I'm still hungry. I have this theory that I'm not really hungry for food. I must be hungry for something else. And my theory is that I'm turning into a vampire and I want blood. (Just kidding.)

Well, journal, see you later!