when i woke up this morning, i was quite chipper. that never happens. plus, i never use the word "chipper". so obviously, something is wrong with the world. i'm sure any minute, fire and brimstone shall start raining down. and don't start bitching that i didn't warn you..

so, anyway, mom found some short story that i wrote, tucked away in some book that's sitting on the table waiting to be bought. and its quite short, only the front of a piece of paper. so, i was like "ok.." cuz frankly i can't remember ever writing. but its in my handwriting, so i guess i wrote it. anyway. then mom told me she read it. i froze. i'm not keen on people reading my stuff. unless its erica, cuz i like erica, so she can read whatever she wants. but not my mom. anyway, mom said it was really good. hm. well, yay then. but still. i don't like when she reads my stuff, especially without permission from me.

have i mentioned that i've been watching Trading Spaces a lot? cuz i have. its a good show. plus, it has amy wynn, the super cute carpenter.

take the which one of the trading spaces cast are you? quiz!