Monday, 7:40 a.m.   I Can't Tell You Why I Hate Chicken I am so pathetic. No school on Monday, I said, and no school indeed, but did that stop me from waking up at 6:50? No. I told myself to go back to sleep, Don't get up, it's the effin' holidays for crying out loud; but do I listen to me? No. I like these noon dates. ----------------- 9:13 a.m. I'm sad that you're fucking it up, but at the same time I think you kind of deserve it and I'm laughing at you. It must suck to like a whore who none of your friends approve of. It must suck to hurt your friends like this. And it's times like this I'm glad we're not anywhere near each other because I feel I could rip out your throat. And it's times like this I'm glad I'm 7,000 miles away from you. The shockwaves you're creating surely can't reach me. But at the same time I wish I could be there to comfort the people you're hurting. And at the same time I wish I could be there to stare at you, searching your eyes for any hint of the boy i once knew. Can you read my expression or are you too blind? ----------------- 8:27 p.m. I can't help it, I'm attracted to things of beauty. I saw three butterflies today. Two were monarchs. I love butterflies. I saw Fight Club today, at Caleb's. That movie seriously just oozes awesome. I feel like a better person just for watching it. ----------------- 8:47 p.m. Random Fact: The Goo Goo Dolls are an underappreciated band. They rock my world. Same goes for Our Lady Peace. ----------------- 11:01 p.m. It's an ugly beauty.