I still have homework, and the last day of school is in seven hours, two minutes and twenty eight seconds. My favorite teacher was very sick today and had to go home after second period. He didn't even get to sign my yearbook. Send goodness his way. *hugs for Mr Messner* But tonight is somehow, mysteriously, beautiful. I haven't seen the state of the sky, nor the moon, nor stars, nor heard the friendly striking of thunder... "She fooled all her friends into thinking she's so strong, but she still sleeps with the light on, and she acts like it's all right on as she smiles again. And her mother lies there sick with cancer, and her friends don't understand her, she's a question without answers, who feels like falling apart. And she knows she's so much more than worthless, she needs to find a purpose, she wonders what she did to deserve this..." My nose just suddenly felt all stuffy and weird as though it were stoned without the rest of my body. Perhaps I'm getting my prayer answered that I will be sick instead of Mr Messner? Yeah, I'm that overconsiderate. It's sucky. I know I'm creepy. I'm starting to feel tired now. Still have to get this essay done. My stomache cries out for food and I crave doritos, but they're for tomorrow. I do hope our little party works out, and that my dear teacher (in whose honor the party is being held) can manage to come to school to have a day of goodbye and good food. As for now though, I believe I must finish my homework, because every other option has been taken out of commission and I should take this as a sign that it must be done. Sorry, I'm just completely rambling. I actually had something deep and meaningful to say earlier, but I really can't remember it right now. It's 1 am. I have to be at school in 6 hours and 50 minutes. I have to be ready for the bus in 6 hours and 20 minutes. Lovely. I'll return again soon. I have to put my last day antix on here :) Much love and sweetness, ~ Liz