I hate school. Not because everyone always does...but because I hate it. The only good part of school is Mr. Riek. He is like...the best teacher around. Too bad I only have him for homeroom and Geometry. Greorge was there, strutting around with all of his stupid cronies. He shot me a wink, and walked away. I had to hold Rhonda back, because she was wanting to go jump him for me. Great friend. Always was. But I pointed out how if they wanted to-and I don't put it past them-they could really mess her up. She calmed down. Sometimes, I wish I was Rhonnie. She has waist length black hair and eyes. Her face is like, perfectly shaped. She could have been an elf extra in those crappy movies about those short people. She has a sickeningly good eye for band junk. She is always trying to get me to listen to these bands she finds from the depths of the garbage can, or wherever they spring up from. Some of them only have demo cds. What a weirdo. Most of them are from NY anyways. During lunch I went to the nurses office and asked if I could have an asprin for my cramps. She secretly gave me one; they aren't supposed to hand them out. Nurse Jean is pretty cool. She is all wrinkly, and she lookes like one of those hound dogs with the long ears and all those wrinkles...you know, droopy eyes..Basset hound, or something. And she has silver hair that she braids and wraps around her head...twice. She is so cool. We had a sub in English. I cant even remember his name, but he was like... a student teacher. Some of the other air heads thought he was good looking. If you like the dark and mysterious looks, that is. Im tired, and Bea was supposed to come over and help with my geometry. Worst subject ever, as the Comic Book Guy would say. Teehee.