I had the baby this past weekend for parenting class. It was pretty much my depiction of hell. It was so terrible, it didn't stop crying and I got really frustrated. I had to have help from my mom because I was seriously getting close to hitting it really hard. :/ Maybe I should never be a parent. Not like I like kids anyway. I hate both kids and old people; they're alike in so many ways. Diapers, whining, not being able to talk or walk. You know. But yeah I pretty much hate people in general so it's all good.
Friday was Erin's birthday party, we had it at Friday's and about fifteen people came, but it was seriously the dumbest mix of people because half the people there hated the other half. Sammie came and I was the only person there who was friends with Sammie; Erin and Sammie aren't even friends, so I'm not sure why she was invited, but anyway yeah I sat with her and when everyone was just making fun of her too much, we left and walked around the mall (since we went to the Friday's in the mall). Also, Erin's ex-boyfriend Tom was invited, and Sammie and Tom hooked up. Erin forgave them both (Erin and Sammie used to be best friends) but she still kind of has a grudge against Sammie because Tom still likes Sammie and Erin still likes Tom. Anyway, eventually Tom left the party too and me and Sammie ran into him. He ran up behind Sammie and gave her a big hug and then kissed her on the cheek. Then he turns to me and he's like "I'd kiss you but I don't know you." So Sammie goes, "That's Ashley!" and he's like "Now I know you," and he kisses me. But it's at practically that exact moment Erin and her posse decide to walk by and see all of us so she storms over and grabs Tom and starts like, beating him. It was ridiculous. Never again.

Woooo math class!