nicolalala this is for u. i love your hair the stylish clothes you wear i love the way you smell because you smell so swell thats all i got. john nacarlo insulted me today. and by insulted i mean he spoke the truth - he said that ever since i was put in his gym class no one does anything anymore. and, im proud of that. the man doesnt understand that what i do are academics and not athletics. running around trying to catch things is ridiculous. ummmm im about 2 inches away from deactivating my facebook again. its a waste of time and its gay. sandy whitten apparently foraged the fucking amazon rainforest last night and came back with a stack of about 50 papers for each of us. i dont even know what to say about this anymore, its past the point of understanding. i think she needs to go on medication...oh wait.. someone told me they like it when i ramble so ramble i will, i wore a purple dress today and felt like twirling every time i got up. the weather is fucking amazing. i want to play with someone outside. or at least sit on my roof and stare at the sun and be emo. i cannot believe there is a month of school left. i see it as a month of my life wasted because there is absolutely no way in hell any more work is going to be done after ap's are over. except for the essay i told nacarlo id write him on baseball or softball, whatever we're playing in gym, i still have no idea, and i have to write it because im an asshole who promises to write essays in exchange for sitting around playing with grass every gym period. i dont think nacarlos facial features have fully developed yet and im still waiting for it to happen. at this point he just looks like a potato with 2 holes for eyes. im pretty sure that was a run on sentence but i wouldnt really know because its not like ive learned anything in english this year. oh today was bad. something smelled good. then i realized that it was coming from sandy and almost threw up. i do not like that woman. i forgot to email my belgian back and he sent me another email because he was worried i died. but really, what happens when pen pals die. how do their pals find out about these things. what a nice boy my belgian is. pal is such a stupid word. i love saying it i cannot wait for college. i hope my roommate isnt an asshole. whatever at this point id be fine rooming with a leper, i just want some new people. some people have reverted back into their old ways. it doesnt surprise me..its just disappointing. but people should do what they want with their lives so its cool. my mananger doesnt know how to spell. she spells pepper "peper" and croutons "croton." this bothers me because i am smarter than her. no actually it doesnt. i cant wait for summer. mainly because i wont be here. im going to nap on the roof. nicole i hope this will stop your bitching for a few days. kidding, i love u