I went down to the club house today and burned more than half of the letters that I have been receiving since 7th grade. It was fun. I mean, they were like the only thing of my past that I still have & remember, but ya know, I don't care about 7th & 8th grades. 8th is still pretty fresh in my mind. 7th, I remember in homeroom Mr. Conroy always used to read us a book. I miss that old dude. I hate the History teachers in the High School. They're so fucking annoying. Mr. Eisele. Mrs. Vosburg. Wow, why am I talking about school. That is still at least a month away. I don't want it back. Well, actually, I do. I miss seeing my friends. I miss seeing Ryan 5 times a week.=( But then again, school equals grades, homework, tests, quizzes. Ugh. I don't even remember what I'm taking. I switched my classes around soooo much. That's a totally wonderful part of one of my entries into my other thing I write in. Gosh, I like myself better on that than this. Funny how things go.