Great day. Thanks for everyone who wished me a happy-bday. Also thanks to everyone who went to Bjs. Time to get some sleep. Adios! =DDDD
I just remembered, no school on tuesday! =DDDDD
Only you - 112 pewpew, ilikethatsong. =]
And I’m not sick. Grosssss.
I get so...
Weak in the knees, I can hardly speak, I lose all control, and something takes over me. (vafreg fzvyrl snpr) Night.
My biggest inspiration.
So uhh, random blog post. If you don’t want to know about my dad’s life as a youngin to now then don’t read, I just felt like writing this because the story is fresh in my mind and I’d rather not do hw =P. So, here it goes… Hmm, so my dad, Antonio Madrigal, was born on September 25, 1952 in a small mexican pueblo called “Las Piedras” or in english, The...