I'm almost done reading my book. She's Come Undone by Wally Lamb. Great book. I want to listen to Sublime... Sublime is a great fucking band and I want to listen to them right............. now........... and then it doesn't happen. My kingdom for some special powers! Today's Stephie is wearing an Oscar the Grouch shirt... that would be the perfect shirt for me on this fine Thursday... I'm grouchie as a motherfucker. I'm hungry. Effects of Waking Up At 6:50 AM 1) No makeup which leads to scary squinty eye look all day. 2) Not caring about general appearance so I get the butch lesbian look down to a tee. 3) Forgot to brush teeth. 4) Snapped at mom which could result in hurt feelings and ultimate super bitchiness later. 5) Made a good lunch! That I can't eat for another four hours! *Am I jealous of her?* YES; she has HIM. Prom in T minus 3 days. Dude, prom's in the 3 fucking days! That's not cool! I need to get ahold of Tristan... maybe I'll see him on Friday. Who knows... I hope everything goes well. If not Fuck Prom next year... I'm goin' home. Well, I did it. And it was... different. I knew that it wasn't going to be badass and I would cum six times and scream in ecstasy. I did have one but it was a weird one... it snuck up on me out of fucking nowhere. I love him for being such a sweetie about everything. And for it not being weird and awkward afterwards.... it was normal, cuz me and Cato are homies. And homies are so much better than actual relationships. I should write a book about my theories.