Eggs don't agree with me.

 You will answer to me for any damage to the car.

 Sometimes my mom criticizes me without allowing me to answer back. Not having the chance to defend myself feels unfair and uncomfortable.

Sometimes what I say in my daily stories in my dairy just don't add up.

I bank on God's program. I count on Mother Mary. I reckon on the Holy Saints.

I hadn't bargained on joining GLV the previous year.

I really don't like it when the subject is brought up.

Every time I talk to my Father it all boils down to me being a nun in the end.

I keep running into him all the time. I hate it.

Full scholarships are hard to come by these days.

Sometimes I daydream I'd suddenly come into a great fortune!

I don't know what came over him to lay eyes on her.