First, I'd like to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Zac Hanson. Okay. So today is two years from the first time Jesse said "I love you." Sorry if that's lame that I remember. We hung out today. He came over right after work, which was at 7:40 AM. That was rough. We mostly hung out at his house. We didn't do much. It was nice though. I don't know. Sometimes I think I'm weird but then I read those confessions on that grouphug site and I feel completely and utterly normal. It was probably so retarded of me to get involved with him again, but I don't regret it. Yet. I love him. I think he thinks we're "together." That could be another problem. I have senioritis in ALL aspects of my life. Like, I care about him so much, but I still think David is the cutest boy. But I never think about him when I'm with Jesse. I don't know. I'm an idiot. But I'm happpppppppy.