I just had this horrible panging in my stomach as I was walking down the hall….I hope that’s not what it feels like to be pregnant….ahhh!!! not that I’m pregnant or anything, but when you have an unusual pain in your stomach, it kinda makes one wonder. But moving right along… all the teachers seem to be thinking that we’ll have off school tomorrow. I don’t really care, but I just know that I want to be with Dwayne no matter what! REALLY BAD! but now he can’t spend the night because my fatty brother took the spare room because he’s a loser. I’m in bcl right now and we have that cute- married substitute again. I don’t even know his name but he has piercing blue eyes and seems really nice. Dwayne, HE’S MARRIED! hahaha, I love you. here’s a poem I wrote about guitar class today….The first part was different than the second part..but they’re both about the same thing..i couldn’t decide which part I liked more or which made more sense..so I put them together My heart begins to race, it is 50 times it’s normal pace. I feel the blood start rushing to my face, as I take my guitar out of its case. My heart begins pounding nearly out of my chest, As the teacher in the front puts my partner and I to the test. He starts in the front row, Everything seems to be going so slow. They’re not together; they’re out of tune, When it comes to us, I feel like we’re gonna blow. All that I hear is my heart pounding, All that I feel are my hands sweating. When we’re done, the teacher gives us a sincere thumbs up, While he says “good job!” we did it, we’re done. we were the first to get it good, we have won. I don’t know why I take guitar so much to heart, but I do. I love that class, Mr. Hartman is the best, he teaches us so much more than guitar. I gotta pay attention now. Have a wonderful weekend