Myspace can lick my butthole. Ummm... It isn't working. It's pissing me off. I want to leave happy surprise picture comments and I can't. Doubleyouteeeff?? Yeah. English regents. I've gotta jet in five minutes. Three fucking essays and I can't remember a good portion of The Catcher In The Rye, which was the only book I deemed worth using. Oh Holden, I miss you. I had this really weird dream about Batdorf and Kat last night. I think there must have been symbolism behind some of the things that happened in it, but the jist of it was I guess he'd come over early in the morning to hang out with Matt for God know's what reason, but we ended up hanging out instead. I guess we finally got to talk and even though he was willing to be more then a friend to me, I told him it was time to let go... Then I found myself walking on the beach, though I guess it was on my way to school, and indeed, I did let go before meeting my girlfriend by her locker. I'm not sure what the full essense of it was because I think someone shot this cat this looked like my sister at some point and we weren't sure if it was me or Dan but... That's the part that must symbolize something weird, right? Well, I'm out. I've got to go in early to show my painting to Mrs. Smith. See ya, suckers! ;D