I can't really think of anything that I regret wholly other than I supposed not spending time with my poppa before he passed. But I hope to see him again someday, and I know he is in a happy place now with my nanny. Which is a nice thought.
The children upstairs are very very loud. OMG they're outside too. Sooooo obnoxious. I guess I'm not usually home on Sundays.. It's kinda giving me anxiety. Running upstairs and scream and running outside and screaming.
More imporantly, what shall I have for dinner? My beebs is coming over and we're going to make some food. I feel like tacos as always, or like... i dunno. Not pasta I don't think or rice. Not stirfry... Maybe chicken and potatoes with a salad? Holy house mother meal. Haha.
Ugh I drank coffee now my tummy is irritated. Yuck. BUT my mom bought me a coffee maker. So I kinda have to use it. I feel so happy. Even tho I'm stressed because essays suck and school is annoying and I have no money, I'm fairly content with what I do have. Living alone really helps and so does having good friends and good family(crazy, but good.) I feel independent, and I like it.
There are actually 7 kids out playing. Frick.
Perhaps I shall finish cleaning. I got a vacuum now so I can clean my carpets for the first time since I moved in. YAY! Cleaning! MY dishes are soaking in water and my fish lupe died. :(
There were beer caps all over my kitchen and living room.
Okay time to find a chicken recipe. Yum.
Peace & Love.
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