327pm no i do not think that war is kind. it's quoted from a poem by stephen crane. the veryy same poem that i wrote an "award winning" essayy about. i feel so wonderful. despite the fact that i spent the last three hours sitting outside of myy house. stupid me forgot the house keys. again. at least i didn't have to stand in the rain. i got to watch it falling instead. myy new schedule. not reallyy excited about it: block 1 - p.e. block 2 - band block 3 - geometryy block 4 - accelerated english it means i can't wake up at nine anymore. )= so i looked around. and i felt kinda sad that have yet to meet an onion person. because everyone has manyy manyy layers. like an onion. but i don't reallyy know anyone enough to see the core of their onion. therefore i don't know anyy onion people. and it saddens be a bit. does that make sense? i wore the shirt he gave me todayy. it was obvious that he knew. he seemed like he was looking down myy sweater/shirt or something. but he was trying to see if it was reallyy his shirt i was wearing. and his shirt, it was. and he was nice to me all dayy.