My social studies teacher has officially titled my friends and me his groupies. No longer are we stalkers, we are groupies now. After all, he knows about the satellite pictures now. I'm not hiding anything any longer. Yeah, I sound like an utter freak. That's okay, I am one. We threw him a surprise birthday party today. He gave us all hugs and it was awkward and fun. We gave him cake and limited edition coffee. And a tip-jar we made out of a decorate-it-yourself coffee mug, and a magnet that says "no coffee no workee" and some green tea because the poor dear has a cold. Yes. So all hail my ambiguously gay (metrosexual?) just-turned 34-year-old tall dark and awesome crazy giggling teenage girlish teacher of adorable cuteness of doom. Also: speaking of gayness, Showtime is the best premium channel ever. They've got Queer As Folk, The L Word (the l word in question being lesbian), and Freshman Diaries, and some of the people on Freshman Diaries are gay, while others are just plain fun to watch. Yes, I have a gay fetish. Especially for gay guys. Pity I can't have one of my own. Though maybe someday I'll be able to afford an operation... Oh look, I've scared them all off. Well, now that we're alone I guess I'll tell you that it really doesn't matter what gender I am, as I do not plan on procreation and am not interested in sexuality. So meh, and other randomness. WORSHIP THE TM! MR TEACHERMAN IS THE LORD OF ALL THINGS SHINY AND NOT PURPLE! ~ Beth PS. Mooby. PPS. The awesome people in attendance at the teacher party of yayness were: Dannie, Morgan, Jeremy, and myself. The awesome people who got leftovers were: Kim. This is the extent of my friends, excluding my ex and those he hangs out with. PPPS. Whee.