Sorry I haven't written in fricken ever. My fricken comp. has fricked up for the longest time in recorded history but I finally got it going. Well my mom did. But with a lot of help from me. Anyway..... So much to say. School rox... I mean it really does for once. I didn't succeed in trying to dress less "corpsy". I still look like I'm the living dead. But you know, screw the "normal" people. If there are "normal" people out there. My crew has expanded into a man eationg blob of goths and punks and everyone else who couldn't get into any other clique. What the hell, we're the leftover plate. Oh well.... Okay so on Friday I got my first real look this year at Vlad (Ian). He has gotten so sexy over the summer I can berely contain myself from jumping on him and ripping his shirt off. You know... that old chestnut. When I told Robby he was all like:DUDE! That's like so weird! But I gotyo back... And as for what people call me nowadays at school... bum-bum-bum-hum: NAPOLEA! Can you believe it? That told me that since I quote that movie so often that Napolea is my new name. And for once, it really sticks. Last year my name was Dudette for awhile but nobody called me that after the first month of school. Let's see how far this one goes. On Fri. Robby told me he found the portal to India in the courtyard. Us and our crew went out there to see it and it was just a fricken grate with the words MADE IN INDIA on it. We tried flicking quarters down there to see if the portal would open but it didn't. So I said: Maybe they don't take quarters. Maybe they take rupees! And everyone started laughing at me. Rupees, for all of you non- Zelda fans, is the money on Zelda. And I guess that was a stupid thing to say. Who knows with a person like me... I finally got MCR 3 cheers for sweet revenge and I am moshing my fricken brains out to it. I mosh at school, on the bus, and in my room. I think I might have a concussion but, what the hell, when life hands you a good cd: MOSH TIL YOU CAN'T NO MORE. And on that good note, I'd better outtie. Buhbye people.