wooooh. in such a strange mood. i've cut fifth hour for the 4th time in a row. who needs band anyway? we don't even play - school's almost over. it's as if i'm in class anyway. but i'm kinda wasting it. i could've gone with kevin to seaholm, but i was afraid i'd get in trouble. like the people here care. well, actually, they do, but only because they're all sex-starved and on a power trip. they've never helped me with anything i needed help with. at least i can take comfort in the fact that i'm not sex-starved, what with the fact that i've never had sex, and i have no power, let alone have enough to be on a "trip." i came with whitney to her social psych class. it sucks. whitney is being stupid and ignoring me. she's reading this right now. what a bitch. i mean no. she's asking me what my favorite noises are. what? is this a sexual inuendo? should i be sueing for sexual harrassment? oh forget it. she's a lesbian, i can deal with that. jk jk, i love you whitney. in a very platonic way. your boyfriend steve is so hot *wink wink* i'm jealous. crunching chips in your ears? that's your favorite sound? yeah i guess that one's pretty good. but i like the crinkling of money. oooooh boy. maybe just money. yeah..... no. i hate money. hate it hate it hate it. i really do. i'd be a communist if i didn't know what bullcrap it is and that it doesn't work. i'm for the bartering system, but then that creates problems. you can't regulate the quality of goats or pigeons, although i think cows would make a good form of currency. milk does a body good. oh yes indeed. walking on tile with heels? you are one freak-ass monkey muncher. i don't know you. no no no.