Blarg.

My wrists hurt. They're both bruised right where the hand and wrist meet, from doing CPR all this morning. Yes people, I'm now certified to save your life if you're ever choking, in need of CPR, cut, need assistance administering your epipen, or have something sticking out of your leg, arm, eye, whatever. Anything like that and I can save you. Oh yes.

Yeah, so I'm obviously pretty bored. I don't know of any interesting websites, and I am (for some reason) on a Mariah Carey kick. I don't care how nutty she may be, she's still got an amazing voice. I don't think I've ever come across a song by her I didn't like (actually I'm surprised I'm even admitting that, but whatever).

Last night Geoff was over, and I don't remember why, but I busted out old pictures and notes from old friends and "boyfriends" (that's in quotation marks because middle school boyfriends don't count as being real). I have to say, those are some of the funniest things I've ever read. Some of the notes I could barely read out loud because I was laughing so hard. Looking back on middle school is the funniest thing ever. Good times.