Nothing of importance.

I’ve decided that ‘ridiculous’ and ’seriously’ are my two favourite words.

Well, maybe not not favourite, but they’re two of the words I use quite frequently.

I also realized that I use I a lot. See, three times in that sentence. Then I started to think that maybe I talk about myself too much. Which made me wonder if I was far too selfish, and I have come to the conlusion that yes, I am. So with that said, I should try to be less selfish and listen to other people more.

For the past few days, I’ve been driving my dad’s car. I love driving it, it makes me feel special or important, haha. I know it doesn’t make me either one, but it just feels nice. And it’s red. Well, my car is red too now that the green one died, but I like red cars. I always listen to my iPod when I’m driving, but because the tape deck in the red car I have now is broken, I had to get one of those things that tunes into a radio station and plays your music over that.

My dad didn’t know that I could just use the tape thing in his car, to hook up to my iPod, so before he left on Thursday (he had to go to London for a funeral) he made sure to take the radio tuner thing out of my car, and put it in his so I could listen to music. That was really sweet of him and I honestly didn’t expect it to be there at all. He also filled my car up with gas — which he often tends to leave empty. It’s only something small, but regardless, I was touched.

Mrs. A brought her blueberry orange muffins into work today. It’s nice to have that for breakfast with a hot cup of earl grey tea (one cream, in sugar) from Timmies.