Is this place a house or home?

Welcome mat at my entrance as well, and could that be what defines this place a home and not house. Is it a place i feel welcome because if so, I'm sure i know a lot of people who don't feel welcome in their houses. Mehhh..? i just don't know.

I stayed home from school today, read some of hannibal. I found myself reading so slow and squinting so hard from the lack of light. I had so much on my mind; i had to watch out for my mom to get up; and i had to listen out for any noises inside. She wasn't as pissed as i thought she was going to be when she found me downstairs in my room. I'm such a juvenile delinquent, or at least that's, i'm sure, what the police would call me.

I tried calling Michelle to see if she'd pick me up, but she didn't pick up, sleeping most likely.

David's been writing more, and i love reading about what he's been doing throughout the week. This may sound mean, but it's not that way. I'm glad i'm not the only one who gets bored and feels shity throughout the week...I love that guy like a brother. Hopefully, he'll continue this.

My mom just called me upstairs just to get me to come upstairs i guess. Once i got up the stairs, she looked at me and said sit down, and once i sat down, she just sighed and stared for some time. So i went back downstairs, and she yelled down that i had to weed the front yard by nightfall... I hate weeding. I wish i was one of those people who appreciated gardening to the extent that weeding wasn't a drearily daunting tasking, but that's just not how i was raised.

Well i have to take back my prom suit with audrey anytime now, so i gotta be getting off. I miss stephanie, but isn't that a given? mmm i miss you my queen.