Fucking Myspace won't even let me log in now. Bastard... Oooh but this morning I went to pick up the chocolate-covered strawberries from that chocolate place and the guy that was there was reeeeeally hot. Like my gOd. And he kept talking to me which made me happy. So Myspace can be a bitch. See if I care. I'm bored. Waiting for everyone to show up to class. And to bring food. I'm kinda really hungry.