Heeheehee. I read Craig's journal. I dunno, I feel all happy, better than I have all day except when Teresa picked me up and took me to lunch or when Amy told me she loved me on the phone and I could tell she meant it. But yeah. I feel silly or something...I don't know. I feel happy though, at least Craig doesn't hate me or think it was akward the way Scott C. made it sound. I dunno. I think I like him sometimes but then I don't know him well enough and I feel shallow at the same time. LA! BLAH! YAY! Oh and Craig knows Amy!!! What a small world. He and Scott C. named her flute...Screecher the Fletchling...o...k....Oh well. I don't know what to do though. Hm...maybe I will hang out with Resa and Scotty-o this weekend and figure it out. I need to talk to some other people first before I dive in head first.....