well, everything is alright. on the weekend i went to christopher's, as usual. i had to write this autobiography for trans class, and we had to make up the rest of our lives from now until we were like 60, and so i wrote it. chris liked it, because it was about us and our life together. lol. he's so cute. he made me sing for him, which was a little nerve racking, but he said that i have the most beautiful voice he's ever heard. i doubt it, but the compliment was nice. hollie called him again, on friday night. i was such a bitch to her when i answered his phone. he was handing a resume in to some store, so i told her that he wasn't able to come to the phone. i liked being a bitch to her, it was quite fun. well, i have three something, not nearly enough for a pack of smokes. rawr. i'm tired. nattie, you were sleeping when i called, you should have woken up because i wanted to go see a movie with you. i'm so tired. on saturday i woke up at eight so i could go to chris's early, and the same thing on sunday. sleeeeeeeeeeeeep... i miss it. he has cadets today, so i doubt i'll be seeing him tonight. that sucks, but we all have shit we have to do. i didn't do this proposal thing for trans, and my group members are going to eat my face. i don't feel well. my tummy hurts. but yeah, i have nothing else to write. and besides, it's not like anyone reads this anyways. the one, the only, laura michelle*