i am sitting in the school library i hate this place so very much...but not as much as the commons (where lunch is held) i always duck out when i have to go there and come here or to another room that i like unfortunately that room is unavailable...damnit. but anyways i will make do with this place. i hate the idiots who surround me on every angle the bufoons who are to "rowdy" to sit in the lunch room or have simply been kicked out of class because of there incompetence. this entry will be shorter then the rest due to he time restraint, i only get 30 minutes for lunch and most of that is already gone so i'll keep my thoughts brief there's a girl i kno who for the most part i have always hated. She's the perfect sterotype of a real highschool girl needy, bitchy, ad extremely manipulative. but for some reason i can't get her of of my mind. she's being far to nice to me, especially sense the last time we talked it ended with "shut up u stupid fuck head u dont' control me or who i hate she should be shot in the head" that was in referrence to a friend of mine who i'd been sticking up for. here must be something she wants/needs but can't get without me otherwise there'd be no need for her fake smile's and plastic laughs. i'll play along for now i can sense when a trap is about to be sprung an di'll be long gone before it gets to that point, its a wonderful feeling...using the users. i finished 1984. it was actually kind of a let down. i had expected greatness and had only gotten a good story. The greats have lost the flare they once had, they reason they are the greats is because they were knew, and exciting for there time unfortuately time march's progressively onward and the flashiness of a communism dictatorship like society has lost it's once illuminated glow. i have begun margaret atwood's Blind Assassin and have for the most part njoyed it, but i keep my hops down becase the Hand Maidens Tale was only mediocre at best. i say such things as if i myself was some sort of great writer. wat a laugh. sure i write and at some point im certain i'll post something but it is in no way "good" or "interesting" it is only what i feel displayed as a fictional string of unknown words...bell rang goodbye