I'm all hyper and such right now. happy and giddy and i have no idea why. i think it's the sugar i consumed in american history. mr palmer will probably kill the happy me as soon as i enter his room. i like to compare his room to something in harry potter... the dementors. it's like all the happyness is just sucked out of you. and when he talks... his blah voice just makes me feel brain dead. it feels like friday. so far i have no homework. everything is done. yessssss. oh yes! bwhahahahahah! mommy when i grown up i wanna be a nymph-o-mani-ac.