Quick bhreak from the mountain of homeowrk thretening to bury me in an avalanche of numbers, quotes, and graphs. Ahh, welcome to the wonderful world of high school. Please have your emergency kit ready, for it will be nessicary. OVerall, not abad day, got new pretty skirt, was extremely happy, but no interlude, which pissed me off, becasue Patrick in a mascot coustume is having an interesting and rather disturbing effect on me. It makes even more desirable, oddly enough. Pete doesn't look so god, but Patrick does. Which is a reversal of roles in a way, but a nice one. I like my boy being the sexy beast for a moment. I think my life is driving me a bit crazy. You know, making me wish things were different but not worse. I mean, it's not bad, but it's not good, with a few exceptions. "In our childish lips, they'd die for a kiss" I saw some hot emo boys at the mall, and it made me feel good. Hot emo boys do that to me. And everyone loved Audrey, even the emo boys. they were all like "Hey, nice shirt". And I was all like, "thanks". It was a great exchange. "BANG BANG GUNS GO BANG!!!!!"