Thursday, 7:11 p.m.   Perpetual Smiles and Eternal Tears I dislike Good Charlotte. I do like this song though. I like the imagery. I like the pictues in my head of this guy killing this girl's lover because he was in love with the girl, too. I don't know why. Morbid fascination, I suppose. No one is online. Seriously. No one. It's only 1:19 a.m. Utah Time...it's like, everyone's asleep at that time. I feel kind of sad and lonely, I suppose. I always get this way when there's no one on. I'm lame like that I guess. I don't know really what to do. The song came on shuffle. Again. "Iris." It's all I can do to keep from singing. Back home, I had my computer in my room and if I wanted to sing, dammit, I'd sing! But I'm not in my own room and I'm not home and if I want to sing, dammit, I can't. But I think it's worth it? Because I really am enjoying myself. I wonder if anyone wants to do anything tomorrow after school or something. Hang out. Go somewhere. I wonder if I can bring it up. I wonder if Simon will get on while I'm on. I think that would be super. I hope he does. Or Nik. Nik hasn't ben on at all today that I've seen and wasn't at school either today or yesterday. It's just a little bit unnerving. I don't know anyone else's instant messengers. Caleb was also not at school today. Is everyone getting sick? Maybe they don't like me and they're slowly disappearing. Next Simon, after that Andrew, then Sam, then who knows! ah! Or maybe they're just sick. I hope so! Because that way they come back. And it's not my fault. Today was pretty null. I continue reading Feed. I continue loving it. More and more with every passing chapter. It's simple and articulate at the same time. M.T. Anderson has an incredible writing style. I guess Titus, the main character, also kind of reminds me of Scott? And Violet kind of reminds me of me. I don't know. Just vaguely. At lunch, Michael played with a trumpet. It was pretty funny. And the guys got in a discussion about tentacle rape. I was kinda grossed out. Just a little. hehe. I can handle Sexy Losers, but not tentacle rape. Eeeww. I drew pictures in Tech and actually did some calculus work in Maths, we continued watching A Beautiful Mind in English, and paid attention in Accounting. Whoaaa. Scott asked me if I liked Simon today. I think it's because I asked him if he liked Keira. He was getting back at me and stuff. I also got to talk to Dan a lot today. Dan makes me smile. I am excited and happy when I talk to Dan. Hehe. Anyway. I'm kind of sick of writing now. ----------------- 9:08 p.m. Teresa is in a crap mood. Diaries with music on them? Shit. I hate them. They're totally loaded with trojans. Like keyloggers and crap. The music is bad quality and in most cases, no one gives a flying fuck about your favorite song, so you're just making people hate your diary. But if that's what you're going for, hey! Cool! You're an ass! And someone needs to clean up all the crayon vomit that got stuck on some of these diaries' backgrounds. I donno. I'm in a bad mood. Today I feel un-pretty, un-nice, and very un-happy. ----------------- 10:08 p.m. One Hour. Later. I'm sorry to Suisse for blowing up at him. Sorry. I'm pissy. I could blame PMS but that's unreasonable. I have to pee and my butt hurts from the bike seat. I think I did rather well biking today for the first time in a year and a half! Maybe tomorrow I'll write about my musings about the social hiarchy of Riccarton High. Right now I have to pee too badly.