I talked to Casey for a bit earlier. He is obsessed with the color blue ^_^ So I talked to him from my laundry-room, which has blue walls, ceilings, doors, and carpet. Under a darkening blue sky. The sky is so pretty. It's the only thing that can give me that feeling that I need when I don't have it. And yes, that is the best that I can describe it. Anyway, Morgan called and I wanted to talk to her for a bit, so I told Casey I'd call him back. But when I did, he was doing his summer-school algebra homework, so I had to hang up after only about ten minutes. He said something like "I've gotta go. I love you. Bye." I just said "Bye" *sniffs* I didn't even get a chance to say I love you back :'( But I'm glad about the fact that I was actually sad about that. It means that I really do love him, and I'm not just fooling myself. I don't like fooling myself, I have to do it way too much. I figured out why I was so weird as a kid: It was my defense-mechanism/escape based on the way I was raised. Yeah... I could say it much more coherently earlier... As for now, I'm going to go to bed, and pray that my grandma wakes me up early tomorrow morning, so I can shower and do my driver's ed homework before I have to be at the class... I really should get some better study habits. Dare I say I should be more like Casey, doing it late the night before instead of early the same morning? Heh... He'd laugh if I told him that. Him and his damn low self-esteem. All my best friends hate themselves. That's why I love them, I guess. Whoot, I'm here to even things out. Can I fill your void for you? (That means please leave a comment, or get in contact with me, or something, 'cause I like you already and I'm lonely and bored. And no, it wasn't innuendo, you sick fuck) :-D Well, goodnight all ~ Beth