My mom is obssessed with spaghetti o's. It's kind of sad. Me and Chloe are really good, we haven't fought in a while so we're both happy bout that. We get along really well since I can remind her to take her deppresion pills every morning and she can remind me to take my birth control, so we aren't emotional wrecks! YAY!!!!

I got 6 sippy cups! I love sippy cups, they are so fucking cool. I don't care if I'm 13 I still love them. I went to the doctor the other day because my mom said I acted pregnant cuz I wasn't takin my birth control right. So we got there the intern came in I told him i was moody, had major migrains and I had been really nauseous. I didn't spell that right, but it's that icky omg-im-totally-gonna-barf feeling. The intern said I needed to have a papsmear done but I threw a fit becuase I'm a virgin and obviously I'm gay so yeah. I told him that the only reason he wanted to do a papsmear was cuz he wanted to see my pussy. His face turned red and Dr. Carny told him and mom to leave. She took one look at my arms and thought I was suicidal so she asked me if I was thinking about killing myself because of the baby. In the end she said I needed a phyciatrist and to go back in 2 weeks if the symptoms progress. So that went reasonably well.

I think I put this in my last blog but oh well. One night grandma took Bear, my dog, for a walk and this other dog attacked him. Bear cut open his foot on the fence so that's infected and he got medicine for it but they didn't give it to him right. They being my dad and my grandmother. So Bear lives here but we took him to the vet to get him a flea bath, a flea shot, and to get groomed. He is still going to have his mohawk and he will have a bow somewhere in his fur, on his head. Thing is though we need to get a hold of grandma becuase she still has all of my money so we need her to get my dog out of there. Well I've got to go cuz I guess we need to go track her down. Ciao.