I went to a confirmation session (my mum signed me up for it since she's Catholic and since I finished a Catholic school, but eh). It's an owner of a public (and good) restaurant that her father had started (yes he's alive). I knew most of the people there, only like three girls were strangers. Most of the kids I knew happened to be boys and straight up hooligans. Since I knew most people, I ended up being more social towards the people around me.

Oh and my mum is getting a new washing machine so they got the old one out...when I say it's old I mean it. And the poor carpet got beat up by rust.

Like dear lord.

And we found out that the main bathroom's toilet is injured.

R. I. P.

But otherwise my day was just chill. I have a headache that has been with me all day and part of me wants to be sick because I'm a procrastinator.

Fun fact: While I still lived in Shreveport I got strep throat all the time, and when I said I had it I was ALWAYS right. I had it so often that doctors considered taking out my tonsils. But since we moved, I've never had it.