You know what I love more than four day weekends? My friends. All of them. Here's why. Brandy- There's this girl in her chorus who was going on and on about how cute Mike and his dinosaur (her words, not mine!) are just SO cute together. So Brandy tells her, "You're only saying that because he's a senior and she's the sophomore class president. If he was going out with a different sophomore, you'd think it was disgusting." Mercedes- She told me he sat behind her in church this past Sunday and she wanted to "bitch him out" so bad! I thought she hated my guts. Guess not. Nicole- She just wants to kick his ass and tell the 50-foot-woman that cheerleading's not a sport (because 50-foot gets mad when people say that). Billie- Yes Billie, I mean you!! She's willing for me to move in with her if things get ugly. And put up with my rambling and falling down and lack of not watching the OC. Katie- We were standing in line yesterday and he gave us both a dirty look. She smiled and waved. Anyone who comments- you just rock. Period. So... four day weekend. YES. Thank God for parent conferences. I got my report card back. All Bs and a C. Not bad. But my parents want at least 1 A. So I'm dead. My guitar is broken. ='( Well not really, it just needs a string. But I can't play it until then because that's the string I need to play the "Whatsername" solo with. I'm so emo now. ='( Haha. OK, well I must go. ♥♥♥