I think it is the most disgusting thing in the world to eat Sardines. Just had to get that off my chest. My mom and little bro and sis enjoy them, relish them, eat them with a flourish, taunt the rest of us sane homosapiens with them, they- ahem I think you get my point.

  So I'm sick, which really stinks, especially since  am leaving on the Big Journey of A Lifetime on Tuesdsay. I am kind of panicking  because I want to go to work tomorrow but mom won't let me, she says I need to rest.

  So Taylor was telling me some [un]interesting fact about boxing, and then he decided to show off his [not so]great and [un]mighty moves on the poor little defensless sick girl. And then when I try to fight back he jerks my arms behind me till I thought they were going to break off! When I informed him that they were sore  he grins his lovely little evil smile and says, 'I know" Grr.

   I'm sore because I was doing a Kem -po workout with my dad and sibs. It was really wierd, I think I hd an asthma attack when I was doing it, all of a sudden I could'nt breathe, it happened twice. Hmmm

Last night I wrote another poem, but since my mom is anxiously, (and patiently) waiting for the computer, I suppose that I will have to put it on here later, that and my story. Sorry.