I Have Nothing Intelligent To Say. Nothing To Say Period, Really. "No, I Will Not Have Sex On Your Mothers Plastic Couch" His Name is Surianandran Monocharan. I Shall Call Him Surian. And Now I'm Texting A Boy From Scotland. My Bill Next Month Is Gonna Be HUGE. But He Really Helps Me. Why You Ask? Because He Cares. And He Can Say It. Outloud. Unlike Some People. But This Week Is Holiday And I Get To Run Away. I Get To Go Home. I Get To Drive! I Get The Opportunity To Ferget That This Past Month Ever Really Happened. I Just Might Ferget The Fact That I'm Going to Hell Too. I Get To Ferget That There Is Only Two More Weeks Of School. I'll Ferget All The Work That Needs To Be Done Within Those Two Weeks. I'll Ferget That I Have To Have A Job In Another City Within The Next Month. Etc. Etc.