Last night was very fun. We got out of school at 11 and me and Maggie didn't separate since. We visited bookstore, and bought a lot of costume jewelry, not forgetting to check out clothes. I found a great sweater for my mom and a great card. So anyways we spent around 5 hours shopping and then we went to my place, where we watched movies, ate yummy pizza and had a great time. I fell asleep right in the middle of "Save the last dance" because something in it reminded me of Paul and then I started thinking about him and abuot the fact that he didn't call. Even though he wasn't supposed to. I hoped...

We woke up not-so-long ago and decided to make some breakfast, while my mom doing her own birthday cake. I feel bad. I feel guilty. But hey, I'll try to make up for it Meanwhile I'll just enjoy my pasta for breakfast, which seems so shocking for Americans. People, what about you? How can you eat cereal for breakfast?

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