yes, I think that is what I'll do. Up it goes. I dont recommend you read it unless you really like Fushigi Yuugi. =) today was dreary. C'est parfait. I am sorrounded by the beautiful people of mcintosh. that's not who they are, it's what their name is. they are a gang. a cult, if you will, and my locker is at their epicenter. Every time I take out my math book I feel their burning eyes on me, analyzing, criticizing, disapproving. They never speak to me. I am the leper. Careful, don't touch me, or you might get it too. Only three want to come near the sandbox when I'm in it, and only one of those i trust. C'est facil. Biology test tomorrow. Jay Prosser and I were arguing in Russian because he messed up my electrophoresis chamber and splashed buffer all over my skirt and I called him a dirty jackass in russian under my breath, and surprisingly enough he answered me back in perfect, flawless language. He surprises me a lot. The only one I know who constantly keeps me on my toes, Jay is. We have fun. We keep each other sharp. But the minute someone notices us talking he cuts off his words and averts his eyes and walks away. Ca ne me dit rien.