I am ultra tired. Our new tenant moved in downstairs. He's a jackass. He has a very large ego and right now on the porch he has out very large ninja-looking swords. I am intimidated and he is a heavy smoker who I think cheats on his girlfriend. He drives a yellow sports car and the license plate says "MELO". I think it's stupid. Then again, my license plate says G LEIT. So who am I to ridicule? I'm frightenedslashindenial of the fact that this is my senior year. But shh don't tell. I got my own car, finally. Which is made obvious by the license plate remark above, but oh well. It's an '82 Chrysler New Yorker Fifth Avenue, aka a boat. It's grey with one of those black vinyl cover things on the back half of the roof...you know what I mean. And it has a ridiculously comfortable leather interior and a sunroof and I luurve it. His name is Ricardo. You cannot interpret that as Ricky Ricardo, nor as the guy who sang Volaré. He is Ricardo from Fifth Avenue and he is sexy sexy. I think that is all for my update. Oh, and Lauren. I am very sorry about the death in your family. I feel like a big stupid bitch who jumped to big stupid conclusions and there's no reason for you to apologize. I am sorry.