Dig a Pony

This may sound petty, but it figures, doesn't it, that my sister would get a bad cold and miss two days of school with it, and then pass it on to me just in time for a three-day weekend? It hasn't been so bad, though; I've been doped up on some Walgreens-brand acetaminophen stuff. I felt horrible when I woke up yesterday and briefly thought I might have to cancel Jessica's party, but after a few minutes I was okay.

Speaking of which, Jessica's party went well, I thought, although for a while it seemed kind of awkwardly quiet. After most people had left, Sonya and Ellen and I sat around talking for almost three hours, which was nice. Ellen says she likes my blog, which naturally made my day. We watched the Grammys, which my dad had taped last week. I'm not really a fan of most of that music, except for U2, Green Day, and Maroon 5, but it was interesting nonetheless. Jessica's mom called my mom later and said that Jessica had a great time, so that was nice.

I talked to James for a bit on Saturday. Somehow we always end up talking about the weather, which seems so boring. He's been online quite a lot lately; maybe he's between girlfriends.