I am filled with glee! I passed. I learned today. I had cake! Also, saw a mishap at the market today. Rocked. White trash people own it, man. My family was not involved. This makes me very happy. Sometimes we are. But oh well. I gotta make a poemy book thing. I got to have at least five authors in it, including myself. This is fun to me but everyone else is bitching. Buck up slackers! Anyone wanna show me their poems? I'm not going to take credit for any of it, I just want to show some other peoples poetry to my teacher. Instead of the usual Edgar Allen Poe and random dead author he gets from me and the weird ones. ...Heh..My dad and I just got into a fight over who should talk to my mom on the phone.. He is dampering with my mood. I said to him today "Dad, don't fuck with my happy day..This is a good day." Fuck him and his shitty attitude. Enough teenage angst. I've got a secret! Sorry you had to read this hyperactive pointlessness. Okay, no, I'm not. Your choice. Jillian AIM: obscenelyrics