its the morning afer the day of hell. last night leona didnt schedule any carryout so I didn't sweep nor did I mop. I just pulled frickin produce and brought buggies in. then i picked up shep from work, we took a drag, then I dropped her off. went home. worked on the damn ap assignments, while watching wrong turn. you know what. never watch that movie when its frickin 12:30 at night and you are tired and you are supposed to be doing homework or be asleep. we had a frickin 3 day weekend and I still didn't do anything. until last night. atleast i got it finished.
this weekend was a crazy one. saturday night on the bus home from bristow, jesse got a phone call. it was mark. mark had some bad news. mark's little brother, joshie, i know i have mentioned him, i am his "girlfriend" josh is in kindergarten, well joshie fell off of his top bunk and wasnt breathing. he was unconcious. spelling? i dont know. anywho, we went up to the hospital right after the bus got home. well everyone else did. i had to go home and explain things to mom then go to quicktrip and explain things briefly to shep. well i got up there and jesse aand taft told me he was awake and responding. then i saw mark getting some coffee and i said mark. he said becca. he came up and gave me a hug. then repositioned himself gave me a tighter hug and started to cry on my shoulder. then i started to cry even more. we went outside cause i had to get taft home and mark came outside also. mark placed his coffee on the ground and punched the brick wall to our right. i will never tell a guy that hitting a brick wall is bad...
