Lol, I'm tired. Had a blast with Sarah and her twin brother Brendan at a haunted corn maze. It was great. Brendan ate a bad churro and barfed for fifteen minutes. Sarah and I made barfing noises the rest of the night, just to make him nauseous. He gave us an evil look, but we just laughed at him. Before that though, in the corn maze, I gripped Brendan's arm. You know, because I was scared.

     And because he smells really, really, REALLY good. Well, before the churro thing anyway. Also because he's really tough and I just felt so safe with his muscly arm around me. I swear some of the zombie people were afraid of HIM...or maybe just his projectile vomit.

     On the way home (we were in Zeke's car, a blue convertible-top was up). we talked about what we were being for Halloween. Sarah said she would be a zombie cheerleader, inspired by the maze's actors. Brendan said he would be a classic monster, what that is, I have no idea. I kept mine a secret, because it's a surprise. No matter how much Brendan poked my stomach (hard-OW!) I wouldn't tell them. It was pretty hard though, seeing as we were piled in the front seat of Zeke's Mazda Miata, which is completely illegal but shh...don't tell. It was interesting to be sitting so close to a boy--not to mention that boy is Brendan, who does not look that shabby.

     School not even worth mentioning. Just the usual H-E- double hockeysticks junk, guys flipping your bra straps and prissy preppy girls sneering at you.

     I had a lot more written, but Zeke accidentally erased my original when I went to change Elijah's diaper. He peed in my face. Almost got me in the mouth. Sorry, but, EW. Talk about GROSS. I came back and everything was gone. Zeke felt so bad. I told Zeke it was okay, but he really beat himself up about it. He said he'd talk me out to lunch on of these days, or something. I think he's trying to make me like him more. Not that I don't like him, it just that...having your mom to yourself for most of your life doesn't endear you to a guy that she's know for about an eighth of your lifetime and seems to like better.

     I'm going to bed. I'm tired.