"Mrs. Sabba has a brain tumor."

"What?!"
"Yeah. She has surgery tomorrow."

My dad's favourite client has a brain tumor.
I love that woman.
She was so nice to me.
Doing things for me and letting me run around her huge house.
Playing her kid's video games and watching Mr. and Mrs. Smith with me.
Such a precious woman.
I really pray that she doesn't die tomorrow...

Amanda's making pasta.
I'm making mozzarella sticks.
We're going to share.
(:
She smells like a boy today.
Haha

Apparently my mother hates taking me places.
I asked to go to the soccer game.
"It's already bad enough I have to take you somewhere on Thursdays."
Like what the hell?
Its ONE soccer game.
The ONLY soccer game I've ever wanted to go to.
Mainly because it's against Taylor.
But what the hell?
Such a bitch.