Well, I got paid yesterday, so I bought things. Among them, Green Day's new cd, which is fantabulous. Sitting here in the library, because my math teacher told me to leave, because I was late (as usual). Damn you bagel! I wanted to buy one, so that made me late. Oh well, math smells like feet anyhow. I'm so bored. I have $60 left. Which is less than half of my paycheck. But... Alex bought me smokes, woot. I can't wait until June, I will be eighteen, and then no one will ever have to buy me smokes again. I saw Valarie the other day. Oh, yeah, to let ya'll know I worked with her at Dimark Research. She still works there. I don't think I could work at a call centre for that long, it's too boring. Oh, now I'm listening to Boulevard of Broken Dreams. Okay, so I bought that John Frieda stuff (beautiful brunette or whatever) and my hair is so soft. Still fried like hell, but softer. I'm still going to dye it darker, but that'll have to wait until my next paycheck. ha, some girl's shirt says "it's not attention deficit disorder, I'm just ignoring you" great, fantabulous. everything is fantabulous if you think about it. I mean, did cro-magnon man think that when he discovered fire that we'd have the internet and screen t-shirts? I doubt it, but yeah. See, senseless rambling! Perhaps I'll go outside and have a cigarette. Ah, sweet death in a stick. ha, that's too funny. But anywho, I have nothing really to write about. The one, the only, Laura Michelle* p.s. everyone, remember that there are people out there that love and care about you, nothing is hopeless if you just open your eyes and look around to see what you could lose. I for one saw it too late.