'Crazy how it feels tonight Crazy how you make it all alright, love You crush me with the things you do I do for you anything too Sitting Smoking Feeling high And in this moment it feels so right.' I'm ashamed to say it, but only until recently I've jumped on the Dave Matthews bandwagon. I should have way earlier. It's great music. --- Finally, I've got some spare time to write on my digi-journal. I really wish I had more of it. There's something really soothing to me about writing my days down. It's like I can transfer a bunch of thoughts down somewhere, so they aren't chaotically floating around in my head. --- Random notes from this past weekend: Going to Denny's with friends in the Grampa Mobile is much better than going to school. Being risky > everyday routine. I'm allergic to cats? Who knew? Ten girls + Chocolate Fondue = Shoe-flinging contests, singing cheesy songs at the top of our lungs, moshing to LFO, and 'If I had to bleed to death, I'd want to bleed chocolate.' SAT's are the suck. It doesn't get much lamer than sitting in an unwelcoming desk circling bubbles for hours. Sometimes it's worth getting in trouble for coming home at 4 in the morning from a ridiculous party. Especially when you got your sisters by your side. Noob says, 'The lady from Montel Williams says that if you play with the weed, then mess with an Oujia Board then you'll be haunted.' Having no money at all for Mom's day made me realize that I NEED A JOB. I felt so bad. Old ladies on organs should be at funerals, not Church. I should feel happy and be rejoicing. Not being freaking reminded of death. I want to look at new Churches. I take after my father. I always like to be busy. So does he. He always has to be doing something. He just built our deck a few years ago. Lots of tough work. What does he do? He rips it up this past week to build an addition onto our house. The sun came back on Sunday! Witty weather. --- A lot of goodness during the weekend... but then Monday came and had to ruin everything. It's been a bad day. I feel really sick. Fever, soar throat, stuffy nose, tummyache. It's not fun. I passed out in school. Being sick sucks. I missed Mr. Firsch's class because I wasn't feeling good. So he stayed after school with me to study, which was really cool of him or else I would have failed terribly. As much as I've disagreed with him this year, I've come to completely respect the guy. I think I'll take the most away from his class. He's a good teacher. It wasn't a read, take notes, and study type of class. He taught really differently. For example, without us knowing- he segregated our class based on hair color. For a week, we were all really pissed off. Why wasn't he giving the light haired kids candy? He later told us he was trying to make us see how the blacks felt when they were segregated. It was impactful. I won't forget it. Well, I'm gonna go finish my night with 'A Raisin in the Sun' and drink lots of tea to boost my immune system. So ta x 2.