Fucking throat hurts. I better not fucking get sick again. I just now got over my last cold. I'm walking into the school after sixth period and this kid, Joey Taylor, is a teacher aide for the History class I'm in. He waved at me and I waved back. I'm walking off, and I'm looking at the ground and he goes, "Do you ever talk?" and I was like, "what..? why...?" and he goes, "Do you ever talk? I never hear you talk." and I go, "Uh, I'm talking now" and he goes "No, in class" and I go, "why?" and he goes, "I never hear you say anything. You laugh and stuff, but you never say anything." I go, "I'm saying something now" and he goes "NOT NOW! IN CLASS!" and I'm like, "Uhh, why?" and I walk off, and I'm at my locker and he goes, "TAAAALLLLKKK" and I go, "Make me" and he says, "I take that as a challenge, and I will make you" and I roll my eyes and go, "Yeah, whatever, good luck." Three day week...good. I might go see Final Destination 3. Jacob asked me to go, because he wants to see it, no, wait, he said he HAS to see it, but he doesn't want to go alone. Which gets me away from family, much needed. It fucking snowed today. Hard, wind blowing, snow everywhere. It made it really super icy too. The snow looked like Styrafoam. Which, of course, thinking that when walking outside gave me an idea for a poem or a line of description somewhere. I get home and there are three kittens sleeping on the stairs together, one with its arm around the other..so fucking cute. They cuddle all the time. The other times they're beating the shit out of each other. Heh.