well, christopher and i got into one hell of a fight yesterday, but things are sort of normal. i realize now that i've been such a bitch to him. sarcasm can really hurt, and i just didn't see it from his point of view before. i love him, and i didn't mean to hurt him. i'm just a sarcastic person. but yeah, i'm supposed to be in class right now, but me and steph went to domo and i bought me a pack of smokes. so nattie, i can pay you back love. my hair is really fluffy, and i feel like a prep. but whatever, i feel nice today. i was wearing my slipper-socks, which have little cow faces on them, but i'm not anymore. i'm tired. i have so much left to do. i have to finish my english book thing, write all this crap for trans, and some shit for comp... and i just realized that there was some activity in trans that was worth marks today. oh well. but yeah, i have law homework, and math stuff, and well, i just have all this homework. nattie, alanna said you wouldn't get up for school this morning. are you okay? just a little tired i hope, and not something worse. i love you sweetie. i'm bored. i left steph in the tunnel so i could come in here to write this. there's choir today, and i wasn't there on monday, but oh well. mr. zalis can go fly a kite. i'm soooooo sleepy. i had a bad dream and i woke up at two thirty, and didn't fall back asleep until almost four or so. i've got to stop playing perfect dark so much, because my nightmare was all about this little demon guy killing people, and then he was about to kill christopher but i woke up before he did. rawr. i'm weird, but hell, that's me. dreams are just random firing synapses in your brain, connecting memories and thoughts at random times, which give you really weird dreams. okay, that's enough biology and psychology for now. ya'll take care now. the one, the only, laura michelle*