(Insert Scream here) Well. I don't know what to type really. I'm killing time. Killing. Time. Until my next class begins. (And what's wrong with pot?) I seen Pat today. He talked about Bre. This chick who likes him. Or something like that. I guess I was a smidge jealous. But it faded. He likes airheads and lollipops. He likes simple blondes. Not to much up top. He likes those Barbies. Big eyes. Long hair. Big breasts. No brains. That's what he likes. And I don't feel like wishing I was like that. (His type) What's the point? Pat and I will never see eye to eye. Deep down inside, or probably on the surface he knows. He knows I like him. And I wish I was good enough for him. Well I've come to a conclusion. Pat's not good enough for me. I need a little more than pretty eyes. And a sweet smile. I need more than charm and grace. I need more than an ego. The Id. I need more than some jock or [prep]. I need something more. So, no. He's not on my level. He's not up to par. (I just don't care anymore to care to care). M didn't call today. I didn't expect her too. She's angry. And hurt. And hating. It's all the same. One way or another. I haven't spoken to SEB lately. She's most likely mad. Or angry. Or something. I don't have the time anymore. I don't feel like investing in friendships or love. It's all useless. Over-Rated. *Sigh* Think of me what you will. I don't care. I don't bother. I won't. Pat can screw whomever he likes. I'm done crushing. Wishing. Dreaming. Wanting. I'm done. With it all. Everything. I think I'll surf the web now. "Whatever will be, will be..." D/F/N