I'm drinking coffee and eating Jelly Bellies. I think I'm going to get a sugar high and then be very, very sick. Tomorrow is Carrie's birthday. I don't know why I feel I have to mention it, but there ya go. I'm working on this crazy application. It's not crazy. I am. I am having serious issues trying to think and then just writing. Write, damn you! But I can't. And it isn't so much fear that's stopping me, it's like writer's block. I can do this. I HAVE to do this. This is something I really want. I'm just a wee bit... frustrated. With myself. Anyway. This morning my dad told me that my step-mom asked if I was dating Cesar. Eww. C'mon now, folks. He's just a friend. I don't think they grasp the concept of male friends. Oh, well. My cousin texts me while he's in class. He wants me to move to California. I like that I get along swimmingly with 17 year old boys. We're at about the same maturity level and our humor is at about the same level as well. I told him to pay attention instead of texting me. He said he was multi-tasking. Hahaha. That's too funny.