So yesterday morning Dad asked if he could download the scriptures onto my iPod and test it out to see if he wants his own.  Sure!  But when he gave it back to me, he explained that after doing that, Brian, his business partner and the father of one of longest family friends, had decided to download about 200 songs onto my iPod as well, without asking either of us.  I was now get to listen to Horton Hears a Who, Susical the Musical, and about fifteen versions of Annie.   Though I'm excited about Les Miserables and Aida, you can imaging my reaction to the other songs...  Yeah...  But love you anyway Brian!

  Then today was a half-day at school.  When I got home, Mom called and told me about this $2 special at Subway.  I had already been planning on eating this really good soup leftover from Monday, so I ate that but went to Subway with Rachel and Taylor when their bus dropped them off.  We walked over, and I sat at a table as they ordered their food.
  But this lady behind them in line kept glancing at me and then talking to her friend.  I didn't pay much attention, but once Rachel and Taylor had sat down and she had ordered her food, she set an extra-large soda cup in front of me.
  "Get a drink," she told me, then whispered to her friend, "I got her a drink."
   We just stared at the two of them.  "Uhh...," I said, definitely bewildered.  "Thanks...?"
  She started filling her own cup.  "Go on, get your soda."
  Of course, I was still standing there, unsure what the heck to do.  If you know me, I hate soda and the fizziness that burns your throat and makes you burp through your nose.  I probably should have payed her back.  But she was so insistent and I so shocked that I was just forced to obey her.
  As I started getting ice, she leaned over and asked me, "Why didn't you get any food?"
  "I already had lunch."  I answered her kindly and appreciatively since she was charitable, but really I was so angry.
   Like seriously, do I look either too poor to buy a sandwich, or super unhealthily skinny with a look of misery on my face? I'm not anorexic, I'll tell you that.
  I love food.