ironing, boys, and my room

ok, seriously. this whole ironing thing is getting really really old. i mean, come on. i think i've had enough of this nonsense. my goodness. anyway, what's going on? i went to seminary today, came home, and crashed on my bed. then, i woke up at 1130. took me about half an hour to get out of bed, and when i did, mary, mom, and jordan came in the door. they had just seen the bourne supremacy. anyway, so margaret, andrew, mary, and i left to go to chipotle and i got four, count them FOUR, crispy tacos. mmm they were so good. what else what else? erm, we talked about how weird my parents are about us hanging out with boys. then i came home, and tried to relax ( i mean, school IS starting soon) but i get called down to do MORE ironing! i've been doing it all summer! anyway, i ironed a bit, and now i've just run up to my room, and i'm hiding from the world. this past year, my room has become the only thing keeping me sane. i don't know why i didn't hang out here more often, i'm such a dork. antoinette is now gone to north carolina and won't be back until saturday. TWO MORE DAYS. i won't say what happens, i'm just saying, two more days. ha ha, i'm very very very excited. but nervous at the same time. well. i don't have anything else to say. listening to packt like sardines in a crushd tin box by radiohead. good stuff.