I can't believe Mr. Brown caught me cheating. It was a stupid Amendment test that I probably would have studied for, granted Lindsay hadn't stayed over all night and watched Swimfan, Nightmare Before Christmas, and Drumline. I have to go retake the test in the mornin'. Mrs. Briggs had a neurological shutdown... it was bound to happen but it's totally scary. Briggs is psycho, but really this is kinda sad. Jenny just told us this story about a girl who had swollen throat glands and went to the doctor and found out that her boyfriend had been fucking dead people. That's what you get for performing oral sex on penises with maggot eggs on them. Ugh. I can't find my purse. Lindsay hates Sara. Sara fucking hates Lindsay. And in some way, it's sort of all my fault. This is depressing. I'll be probably take the fall for it all soon and they'll be friends again. How that was related to the loss of my purse, I don't know. Five Things I Would Rather Be Doing Right Now: 1) talking to Garrett 2) playing DDR 3) sleeping 4) wearing my faery outfit 5) eating pizza at matt's house "eating pizza" I'm so dirty. Well kiddies, I'm tired and I really do need to find my purse. So peace.