Here it is. The entire month of March for the year 1999. Don't you just feel like a part of my life? Doesn't it make you all warm & fuzzy inside to know that I'm sharing a part of myself with you? I know it does. Read on.

Sunday the 27th of March: I have a lot of random things to talk about today, so don't be surprised if this isn't fluent at all. (Oh, is it ever fluent? Didn't think so.)

I was talking in Friday's entry about how I told Heath that it would be weird if the two of us were together without Mike as a joke, but then I realized that it was true. I don't know if you all find this to be true, but I think it's weird how many superficial relationships I have. Like, with Heath, we first started talking again after all these years because Mike mentioned something about him liking Eve 6. After that, our relationship was based solely on music for a while. It still is based on music a lot, but we have more stuff to talk about now. The weird thing is that one of those things is Mike. Like, that's how we start out conversations a lot. One of wants to talk to the other, so we bring up Mike's new haircut or something like that. (By the way, Mike got his hair cut really short, & he looks like Mark Renton, the main guy from Trainspotting. I keep waiting for him to show up at school in stretch pants, but it hasn't happened yet. Dang.) After we're done talking about the superficial thing, we move on to other things. I guess all friendships start out that way, though. Tracey & I don't even really remember how we got to be friends, but I'm sure it was by talking about something stupid. Sheena & I started inviting her to movies with us, & we just kept hanging out after that, I guess. I met Mike when I was in 3rd grade, but I didn't even really talk to him until 7th grade Study Hall. I don't remember what he said that made me know I was going to love him, but he must have said something. All through 9th grade, we just sang songs to each other. Man, what a weird way to become friends. I suppose that's what Heath & I are doing now, though. We're just not to the level that I am with my really close friends. I'm comfortable having conversations with him, but I don't think I would do the same things with him that I do with Tracey. For instance, I want to go see Orgy & Sugar Ray when they come to Athens College. Mike doesn't like either one of them, but Heath does. I couldn't go to a concert with Heath without Mike or Marcy or someone, though. (I am going to Eve 6 with them, though, hopefully.) Kinda weird, don't you think? I know you do.

I went to the mall yesterday, & I was checking out magazines in Waldenbooks. I've seen this one called New Music before, but I've never really paid attention to it. I did yesterday, though. It included a CD of relatively unknown artists & Damon Alburn of Blur was on the cover of it, so I went ahead & spent my $5.99 or whatever. I put the CD in, & I have to say that whoever thought of putting out a CD full of new bands is a genius. The CD has a new Blur song, the Three Colours Red song Beautiful Day (which I adore), a new song from Wilco, the Citizen King song that I'm so into, Beth Orton, Sixpence None the Richer, Sparklehorse, & all of these other bands like Swimmer, Underworld, & Liars Inc. that I've never even heard of. I can't get over how cool it is. (Plus, Damon looks really good in the magazine's pictures.)

So, Joanie & I sang It is Well with My Soul at church this morning. Joanie does really great harmony, so we sound pretty darn good, if I may say so. (Look at me brag. I'm so full of myself.) After church, all the old people attacked us to tell us how well we did & whatnot. I'm fine with that. It's cool to get praise for something like that. What I can't deal with, though, is all of the old women who can't just tell us that we did a good job & walk away. There was this one woman who used to baby-sit me, & she was all like, "Oh, you girls are just getting more beautiful every day. I remember changing your diapers when you were this big. Now look at you." Very sweet, but kind of psycho at the same time. Yikes. Old people. (Go ahead. E-mail me & complain about me making fun of old people. See what it gets you.)

OK, I'll end with a little story about Friday night. Mike & I went to Blockbuster, as usual. We got A Clockwork Orange since he had never seen it, & Fargo since it was supposed to be so good. As I was standing in the check-out line, the woman in front of me was renting Pleasantvile. I was like, "Dang. I didn't know that was out." The little check-out girl (yes, it was a girl) said that it had just been released, so I went to tell Mike that we had to get it. He was fine with that, so we went back to look for it. Mike said something about some guys hair being really spiky, so I turned around & looked. It was my lovely Kyle, of course, but I didn't feel the need to talk to him or anything. (Man, things are bad when you don't want to talk to Kyle.) After searching for 800 years, we found the movie & headed home. My mom is out of town this weekend, but my dad was home, so he asked us what we rented. I told him, & he said that he wanted to see A Clockwork Orange. I was thinking, "This'll be interesting." He just sat down with us in the living room & watched it. It was so weird seeing that with him for some reason. (Maybe it's the extreme lack of clothed characters in the movie.) Dad fell asleep in the middle of it, & Mike was obviously bored by the end, but we finished it anyway. Dad went to take a shower while we started Pleasantville, so I moved away from Mike into the chair across the room. When Dad got done with his shower, he came into the living room to sit down. There's not a whole lot of choices when it comes to seating in there, so Dad sat down next to Mike. That was like the weirdest thing EVER, but it was also really cute in a sick, twisted way. I suppose that I should be glad that Dad is okay with Mike just in case I decide to bear his children some day, but still...I'm not so sure that I was okay with that. Later on, my sister & two of her friends came home from the mall. They went upstairs for a while, but then they came down to the living room to get ready to go to sleep. They were being kind of loud, but they weren't bothering me really. They must have been annoying Mike, though, because he just said "Movie" all of the sudden in this really annoyed voice. It cracked me up. Umm...guess you had to be there. (I have waited, wasted years, for the child that's come and gone today. Say what about this wasted fear? How can i just turn and wash it away?)

Friday the 26th of March: I know that I usually don't touch the site on Fridays because I'm out with my friends, but I have to go ahead & write this crap while it's fresh in my mind.

K, so last night, I talked to Mike about waiting for me so we could find Heath & have ourselves a loverly time at the Talent Show. He was fine with that, so it was settled. Every day during 3rd period, my friend Katie (the one who I always bash on here) always looks out the window into the student parking lot & says, "Yep, my truck is still there." I was looking around for my Blazer, & I noticed that Mike's car wasn't there (his spot is next to mine). I checked the absence list, & he was "unexcused all day". I was like, "Crap! Now I have to sit with my other friends?!" Katie said that I could sit with her & her boyfriend who never talks because they would be bashing the Show, too. That was cool with me, so I was satisfied. After lunch, I was walking with Heath & I happened to ask him if Mike had come. Heath said that he saw him the period before, so he had obviously arrived sometime before lunch. I said that was a good thing, because otherwise I would have had to beat him. Heath laughed or did something Heath-y, so I said, "It would have been kinda weird just you & me sitting there going 'OoooK',". I said it as a joke, but I realized later that it was completely true. (Hold on. Let me tell the rest of the Talent Show story before I start in on that.) Well, we were called down to the auditorium for the Show & I met up with Katie & her man. Mike & Heath came up behind us, but then they cut in front of us without saying a word. I guess they noticed us, though, because when I got in the auditorium, they said something that made me go sit with them. My friend Angela (who I also bash on occasion) came over & asked if she could sit with me. Being the kind, caring person that I am, I let her, of course. It made me really mad that Heath & Mike wanted us to get away from her. I realize that she can be annoying & that they hate her, but she also wanted to sit with us & I told her she could. I think I should have realized at that time that I shouldn't sit with my boys, but I'm an idiot, so I just ignored them. The Talent Show opened with this guy who was trying to play The Star-Spangled Banner like Jimi Hendrix. I can't bash the guy too much since I have a thing with his brother, but it really wasn't all that great. He had the right idea, but it was just kind of off. (He looked good doing it, though.) Next were these two guys doing a disgusting little rap thing. All the scary rap-loving people at my school were all into it, but they were so unbelievably stupid-looking that I couldn't bear it. Mike was having a whole lot of problems by this time. (He was really messed up today. Like, in a very strange mood.) I was enjoying Heath. He has a weird influence over Mike, though. I'm not sure it's bad, but it's weird. I loved the next act. It was a band made up of two people who I love, & one I could do without. They started out singing Limp Bizkit's Faith, moved to Eve 6's Inside Out, stopped for a bit of Eminem's My Name Is, grabbed a gym teacher out of the audience, brought him onstage, & made him help them sing the end of Inside Out with the band. During the time the lead singer was getting the gym teacher, the drummer, Matt, did this great drum solo. (Can I just say right now that Matt kicks my butt? OK, he does.) It made me really mad how everyone was singing along to Eve 6. I mean, it's understandable that everyone knows the song, but most of them learned it by watching MTV or listening to top 40 radio stations. That sickens me. Next, two of my friends did Any Man of Mine by Shania Twain. They both have great voices, but man, the outfits they were wearing freaked me out. I realize that they wanted to look hot, but they ended up just looking slutty. None of the guys there seemed to mind, though. (Not that I didn't expect that.) Then, this chick named Amy sang a song from Ragtime. Heath kept saying that it was an awesome song, & it gave him chills when every time he heard her sing it, but I wasn't impressed. Heath said it was the atmosphere that made it not all that great, but you could still tell that she has talent. After that, my friend Joel came out with his band, Burnt Toast, to do Third Eye Blind's Jumper. Joel's a decent guitar player, & I love him to death, so I was prepared to like it no matter how they played. They started out playing a little bit of Green Day's Brain Stew as a sound check, & then moved into the Jumper. Their singer, Ed, has a great voice, but he wasn't really sure about the words to the song in some spots. I was still happy with their performance, though. Ed said "I'd like to give a shout-out to all the honeys in the audience today" as a joke to make fun of the guys before who said it. I enjoyed that. This guy I'm kinda friends with, John, had a little solo thing in the middle of it, so I yelled, "I love you, John!" He's in Jazz Band at our school, & I yell that to him whenever he has a solo at one of the Band concerts, so I just wanted to do it today to tell him that I did it. Hardly anyone heard me over the band, but Mike was severely disturbed that I did it, anyway. I believe he shunned me & told me to move away from him, but I paid no attention. After that, no one really mattered. 5 scary girls dressed as the Spice Girls & danced around. It wasn't really as bad as I thought it would be, but still...they were trying to be The Spice Girls. That says it all. Another chick came out & tried to be Britney Spears. It was just sick. She's about the most un-coordinated chick I've ever seen, but she was all up there dancing & singing. Mike kept saying, "I hate uncomfortable situations. This is uncomfortable." No one was saying anything, because she was just that bad. Another girl came out to sing Jewel's Foolish Games. She started in, & I was thinking, "Dang! That girl can sing." Then, we realized that we were hearing Jewel on the girl's tape. She was basically lip-syncing, because her mic wasn't turned up enough to make her heard. Once they did turn her mic up, though, I wanted it turned back down. Ick. Ed came & sat behind me. I told him that I enjoyed his performance, but he said that he knew he sucked. (He really didn't, though.) The Show ended with some guys doing another rap thing. It started out cool with "DJ 'Bout It Bob", but ended up with stupid hite guys trying to look cool in big, plastic warm-up suit things. Disgusting, if you ask me. No one really deserved to win. People were decent, but no one was really amazing. School ended, so we didn't get to stick around to see who won. Heath & Mike came to my locked before they left. Heath was impressed with the Blink 182 & Blur stickers in my locker. He asked me if I had heard the new silverchair song since he knows they're my favourite band. I said, "Honey, I have the new CD. You need to borrow it." Mike, not to be outdone, said, "Have you heard the new Blur song?" to Heath. Heath said "no", so Mike was all like "hahaha, I'm better than you", because that Blur song really kicks my butt. Well, maybe he really wasn't thinking that, but that's how I interpreted it. They left, so I went to find Joanie so we could go, too. I wanted to go to Subway since Mom had given me a whole load of money to go out to eat with. Joanie wasn't in the mood, so I went in by myself. Matt, the drummer from the Eve 6 band, was going in, so I waved to him. I was waiting in the back when he came over to get a drink. He said he felt like something to eat, so I started suggesting stuff. We somehow got on the topic of me not eating red meat. I told him how disgusted I was with the fact that I couldn't eat pizza subs anymore, but he leaned over & whispered that he didn't like pizza subs anyway. So, I went with chicken. While we waited on my sub, we started talking about the Talent Show. It turned out that his band had won. I was happy. I told him how mad I was that all of the people knew the Eve 6 song & were singing along. He couldn't believe that people were singing along (I guess he couldn't hear the crowd). I also said that everyone was singing along with Faith, which made me ever more mad. He said that the band had been practicing the real version of the song forever, but then they decided that the school would like Limp Bizkit's version better. I told him that I would have sang along with the old version. Then, the stupid rap group with the DJ came up. I said that Bob was the only cool part about it. He said, "Did you know that he really wasn't doing that?" I was like, "What!?" The stupid boy was just faking it. I told Matt that he had crushed all of my hopes & dreams, but he said there was nothing he could do about it. We talked some more, & then I left with my delicious sub in hand. I called Mike when I got home & talked to his cutie sister. We decided not to go to a hockey game (Mike & I, not Mike's sister & I). Well, I should say that Mike decided. I'll have to write about that escapade tomorrow. (My therapist said not to see you no more. She said you're like a disease without any cure. She said I'm so obsessed that I'm becoming a bore, oh no. Ah, you think you're so pretty.)

Thursday the 25th of March: Hat Days are wonderful, just so you know. Tracey went out & bought the two of us matching Hawaiian shirts after school yesterday to go along with our matching hats. I went to her house last night & picked mine up. I was very impressed with her choice. I wore khakis since I knew Tracey would wear jeans. I thought people would be freaked out enough by our matching hats & shirts. I was right. We had 400 people saying, "Oh, my Lord" even before school started. I live for that, you know. There were also people wearing sombreros today. I'm like, "Man, that is so last Hat Day." Just because we did it, does that make it okay for others? No. We're superior to them. They should have to ask our permission. The two Girls State delegates (Steph & Katie), & the two alternates (Tracey & me) were called down to the principals' office so we could have our pictures taken for the paper. I loved it. There's Tracey & me in our big hats & matching shirts. Oh, what fun. At lunch today, we got these little matchmaker sheets. About 2 weeks ago, the whole school took this little test asking stupid questions like, "If you were a car, what kind would you be?" All of our answers were counted up, & then lists were made telling you who you were most & least compatible with in the school. It cracks me up how many people take those things so seriously. I tend to go for guys who are nothing like me (Well, I used to, at least. I'm kinda different now.), so the list really meant nothing to me. It was kinda cool, though, because I'm friends with about half of the people on my list. There's that whole thing about how you'll end up with your good friends later in life, so maybe I'm on the right track. (Heath was quite high on my list, in case you were wondering.) The other half of the list was people I would never think of hanging out with for various reasons. It's cool to think that I have things in common with them even though we seem so different, though. I told Mike that I really wish all of the questions would have been about socks, cheese, & music. I mean, knowing that Heath & I are the same kind of car is nice & all, but wouldn't I much rather know that he enjoys licking cheese off of people's chins in his garage. (Yeah, that's what's important to me.) OK, my mom is kickin me off of here, so see ya.

Wednesday the 24th of March: I actually went back to school today. Can you imagine? It was actually a decent day. I was even happy to see all of the annoying people. (Besides, I knew I could blow snot chunks at them if they upset me in any way.) We found out 1st period that tomorrow is Hat Day, which made everything better automatically. My school is really cheesy, you know. We pay a dollar, & we get to wear a hat all day. People always wear their stupid Tommy hats & whatnot, but Tracey & I have a tradition of wearing something weird. Other people have actually started to copy off of us. (Dang. Everyone just can't help wanting to be us, you know.) The first time we had Hat Day, we both wore those Mickey Mouse ear hats from Walt Disney World. I had never gotten one of them on my trips to Disney World, but Mike had a pair that he let me borrow, so I walked around all day with the word "Michael" on the back of my head. (Yeah, I know. He's a sweetie.) The second time, we wore those little sombreros that Chi-Chi's used to hand out on people's birthdays. The third time, we wore the pirate hats I bought for us on my most recent trip to Walt Disney World. We brought along the plastic hook-hands I got for us, too. People get all jealous when we do stuff like that because: a) they're not clever enough to think of wearing something other than a ball cap, b) they definitely wouldn't ever think of bringing along props, & c) they wish they had friends as close as we are. We're wearing huge beachcomber hats tomorrow. It'll rock. OK, moving on...

I was sitting in my mom's classroom with my friend Marcy today. We were discussing men, men, & well...men. Mom has a wall full of pictures of her students doing weird things, so I was showing Marcy the pictures of one of my future husbands, Steve (the one with the fake sideburns). I was pointing out the fact that he has really great teeth. People always tell me that I have nice teeth, so I said that we could have really great-looking kids. Just as Marcy was talking about how important good teeth are when looking for a mate, Steve & a friend walked by. He saw us standing by the wall, looking at the pictures. We burst out laughing. Marcy whistled at him, but he was already past the door. I'm sure he though it was me whistling since he has an inkling that I plan to bear his children. Marcy ran out of Mom's room with me following, yelling for Steve to come back. He turned around & started walking toward us. Marcy said, "Smile for me." He was like, "What? No." Marcy said, "Smile. I've heard you have good teeth." He shook his head & started walking away. We started laughing again, & I heard him say, "Weird." Marcy was upset that he wouldn't smile & told me that I wasn't allowed to marry him, but I reminded her that randomly asking people to smile for her wasn't a normal activity. Poor Steve. He does have nice teeth, though.

OK, you know how I was saying "f-ing" the other day? Well, it kind of caught on, & I've continued to say it, much to the disappointment of my goody-goody friends. Well, I said it to Marcy today, & it turns out that she & Heath have been talking about me. I first got "f-ing" from Mike. I did it to make fun of him, but it turns out that he wasn't even the first one to use it. Heath was actually the original "f-er". He said that he didn't mind that I used it, but he wanted to make sure that I credited the right person, I think. Heath is great, I swear. He invited me to sit with him & Mike at our school's talent show on Friday since Tracey won't be at school then. I was worried about having to sit with people who would actually be into the show, so it's good to know that I'll be able to bash it with two of my favourite people.

Today was also a day of criticism. I rather enjoy a good fight now & then, so I was really excited today when I read my guestbook & checked my e-mail. When my guestbook loaded, I saw that there was a new entry in it, so I was preparing myself to read something from Karsten, but it turned out to be from a girl named Christina. She wrote something that made me laugh at her. I also received an e-mail from her along the same lines as the entry, & some mail from another girl bashing my silverchair site. I'd love to share the letters with you, but I'm devising a plan for a page devoted to the nasty letters I've gotten. Ohh, what fun. I can't wait.

Tuesday the 23rd of March: No school for Katie again. I was almost bored today, though. I woke up way too early, but I was just in time to watch some Teletubbies. Dang, that show annoys me. I'm just drawn to it. There's something about big, fluffy creatures who gurgle & stuff running around big, fake hills that totally appeals to me. Or maybe it's the fact that I know there are people inside those big, fluffy costumes. I wonder what kind of people get hired to do that. I'm sure you have to be gay or ugly. I can see the ad in the paper for that job. "4 ugly, gay men & women needed to put on big, fluffy costume & dance around big, fake hills while making gurgling sounds." Hmm...OK, so after that, I watched Jerry Springer. I made it all the way thru the show today, so I must be feeling better. Although, the topless white trash was really getting to me halfway thru the show. I hacked up some phlegm (haha) & starting watching Ever After, that Cinderella movie. I think Drew Barrymore rocks, so I was prepared to like it. It cracks me up how when she & the prince didn't get together at first, I was sitting there in my pajamas, chewing (not biting, mind you) on my nails & going, "Oh, no. This is terrible. They have to get together." I do that all of the time when I'm watching movies. I have to remind myself that they'll end up happy just to keep from freaking out. I swear, I'm psychotic. (As if you didn't already know that.) I starting watching Montel before I got on here, but I just couldn't deal with Montel's holier-than-thou attitude. He's like, "So what if you're not the father of this baby & you want to be out of this woman's life? She told the baby that you were the father, so now you have to be the father!" Stupid Montel. As if the baby knows anything. Babies can't think. They're just blobs of skin & fat. (Don't even e-mail about that, you baby-lovers. I'll kill you all! Umm...that was evil, in case you couldn't tell.)

Speaking of people I love (but not really), let's talk about Daniel Johns of silverchair. Have I ever mentioned how much that boy f-ing rocks? Now, first of all, let's establish that this is not about his looks. Yes, he's unbelievably hot. That's not why we love him, though, is it girls? (Yeah, right, you teenies.) I've had the chance to listen to Neon Ballroom a couple hundred times now, & I swear that Daniel is actually learning that he has a great voice. Frogstomp & Freak Show seemed to be a whole lot of screaming, guitars, & drums, but the new album is a whole lot slower & a whole lot more listener-friendly. I'm enjoying it. I know that my opinion means nothing to you all, but darn it, go out & buy the album. Oh, oh, & I just got an e-mail from someone about how Fuel & silverchair are touring together. I'm like, "Whoo-hoo! Fuel rocks, too!" Then, I realized that all of the dates they're playing together are in Europe. Why does silverchair hate me? All I ask for is a little appreciation in return for the $12.99 I spent on the new CD, but no. Instead, I get rejection. Pure rejection. If I was a nasty person, I would quote a certain Bush lyric that goes something like "you will get yours", but I'm too sweet to ever say something like that, so I'll just leave this subject.

Speaking of more people that I love (& we really were), I found out that I actually have decent friends today. Tracey called me during Study Hall today from one of our teachers' offices, & we talked for a while. It was a nice change from my snot-blowing (Whoa, right when I wrote that, a part in silverchair's song Dearest Helpless that sounds like someone farting came on. I thought there was some kind of connection.) & movie-watching. Eww, I just blew my nose hard that I thought my left eye was going to pop out. I think that would be kind of neat. OK, back to my nice friends. I was talking about how on Zoe, Duncan, Jack, & Jane the other night, Zoe was wearing a skirt that Jack described as her "I'm Available" skirt. Tracey thought that I meant she was wearing a skirt that actually said "I'm Available" across it. We decided to make ourselves some skirts that say that on them. I think that would definitely send out the right message. Also on the good friend list are Mike who sent me a lovely get well medicine e-mail (don't ask, just nod & smile) & Jennifer C. who also got in on the calling me action. Good people, they are. OK, that's enough for me. Time for more sleep. (Feel your hand close beside me...hear the highway behind me...All by ourselves, we made love under the sleeping moonless night. All by ourselves, we would run. Remember it was so long ago.)

Monday the 22nd of March: I caught some kind of crazy flu from one of my dear friends (I hate you all), so I was stuck at home today. I suppose I should be grateful that I got to sleep in, but my head is full of snot, so...I watched a whole lot of movies & TV today. I started out with a little Jerry Springer, but all of the white trash was making me sick to my stomach, so I put Sliding Doors into the VCR. I freaking love that movie. I think it's just the fact that almost everyone is English. I love the guy who plays James. Well, maybe I love James' character. Like, he just meets Helen (Gwyneth Paltrow) & starts talking to her as if he doesn't care at all what she thinks about him, when really he's totally taken with her & wants to get to know her. The greatest thing about him is the fact that he shows up at Helen's house out of the blue. He wants nothing more than to just takes her to get a milkshake & talk. I know movies aren't like real life at all, but seriously, when the heck is someone going to show up at my door unexpectedly to take me out for a milkshake? I think that's all I'm waiting for in a man. Oh, & forehead kisses. I need forehead kisses. There's just something about them. I'm going to start wearing a sign on my forehead that says "Kiss Here" with a little arrow pointing to a target. Yeah, that'll definitely work. Oh, I'm just too darn romantic. OK, next, I started going through my tapes to see what I haven't watched in a while. I came across the Saturday Night Live with Ben Stiller & Alanis, so I decided to check that out since I had never seen it. Man, if that one is ever on the reruns that Comedy Central does, watch it. Maybe it was just because I was all drugged up today, but it freaking cracked me up. I absolutely adored Jimmy Fallon's Halloween songs. That guy is just the cutest. I bet he would give good forehead kisses. (Not that it's possible to give a bad forehead kiss. Well, I suppose it could be bad if it was really sloppy, & I really don't think tongues would be a good idea in the case of forehead kisses...but I've never experienced a bad one.) Also, a note about Alanis: That chick rocks. When her first album came out, I adored it, but then my love of her music kind of wore off when it started getting overplayed. I still love to watch her sing, though. She's so totally into her music. Like, you can really tell exactly how much she loves having people love to hear her. Very cool. After that, I moved on to soap operas. I really can't stand to watch a whole lot of them, so I turned down the volume & put my Black Lab CD into my CD player. If you haven't heard those guys (& I really hope you have), you're seriously missing out. Talk about passionate music. They put me in one of those really mellow, really good moods. It's too bad that they didn't get more famous than they did. Now, I'm attempting to get the phlegm out of my throat. (Bet you really wanted to know that.) I'm refusing to go to the doctor, so I figure that I better sound half-decent when my parents are ready to try to force me to go to see my lovely physician again.

Now that I'm on this forhead kiss rampage, I think it's safe to discuss chin-licking, as well. Tracey & I had an obsession with this guy who we saw at the mall a couple of years ago. He was ordering cheese fries at my favourite food court restaurant, so we started discussing how fun it would be to lick the cheese from the fries off of his chin. I have no idea why we were talking about that, but we talk about chin-lickage often now. I mean, come on. Doesn't that sound like the hottest thing EVER? I'm not really much of a cheese-eater, even though I talk about it all of them time, but I would definitely be willing to lick it off of someone's chin. Mike licked some off of my chin last night, & let me tell you, I liked it. (Haha. Sorry if you didn't want me disclosing that information, Mike, but I had to write it just to make Bethany ask questions.) OK, I'm going to go blow my nose some more. Bye. (I looked into your eyes and saw a world that does not exist. I looked into your eyes and saw a world I wish I was in. I'll never find someone quite as touched as you. I'll never love someone quite the way that I loved you.) Tell me those aren't awesome lyrics. Vast kicks my butt. (I love people who say that.)

Sunday the 21st of March: So, instead of doing my usual Saturday night things last night, I went to my aunt & uncle's 25th weddding anniversary surprise party. It was one of those family/friends/co-worker gatherings where there are next to no kids & I don't know anyone there. I was expecting to hng out with Joanie all night, so I wasn't disappointed at the party. All the guests were supposed to get there 15 minutes early at least, so we came about 45 minutes early & sat down with one of my cousins, Keith. I remember how we used to be so separate since he's a guy & well, I'm a chick, in case you haven't noticed. Now, we can totally talk about stupid stuff. (I plan to marry him some day, just so you know. It's sick, but...OK, I'm not really going to marry him.) My aunt & uncle were all surprised, we ate cake, Jo & I tried to be as anti-social as possible, etc. I can't say that it was the best time I've ever had in my life, but it was good. Oh, I'm forgetting something. Doug, the older man I plan to bear the children of, came since he's good friends with my aunt & uncle. We were watching this slide show of my aunt & uncle as kids, & I was sitting behind him. I said something & he laughed, so he turned around to see who said it. He said "hi" & started like, patting my leg or something. It was really weird. Not altogether unenjoyable, but definitely weird. I love that man.

I woke up freaking early to go watch Joanie perform in a little ensemble at our school band director's church. We had to wear little guest name tage so people could meet us & learn to love us. All of the scary Presbyterians knew my dad's grandpa & stuff, so my parents mingled with them while I looked around for someone my age. I swear, all Presbyterians have to be over the age of 30 or something. Wait, I take that back. I did see one baby, but I really don't think kids count as real people, so it was all old people. This one old woman approached my parents & started asking about the people in the town I live in since she used to live here. I was trying to pay attention to her, but I was completely fascinated with her chin. It was like, the hugest double chin I've ever seen in my life. It wasn't just any double chin, though. It seemed to have muscles in it. Whenever she talked, it moved around in sync with her mouth. Very cool, if you ask me.

I just finished reading the rest of Mike's comic books. I know I've said it today. He deserves a little recognition, but I've never given him any. Now's the time. Josh is a freshman, which automatically means he should never have anything intelligent to say & should generally be a total waste of space. Josh isn't like that, though. He's destined to marry one of my other friends, Elise, but I'm going to do my best to steal him away from her (but not really, they're just too cute together). He massaged my feet the other day. Now, I don't find feet all that attractive, so I'm really impressed when someone is willing to rub someone else's. (Wow, that sounds nasty.) I think I would before, but let me say it again: Comic books could not be any cooler. I just can't get over the fact that they deal with actual human emotions rather than power-crazed superheroes. I'm just terribly impressed. Go buy some comic books. You'll like them.

Saturday the 20th of March: I think I'll mention my lovely friend Josh marry him based on his foot-massaging abilities only. OK, Josh, there you go. You'ved officially been recognized.

Tracey & I reverted back to our old Friday night routine again last night. We only did it because Tracey had to stay home & therefore, couldn't go out with Samantha. I'm OK with that. I could have been other places. I decided not to be. So, we had to student teach the book Frankenstein yesterday with two of our other friends. We showed a little clip from the 1931 version of the movie, & I was so into it that I asked if we could watch it later. We went to Blockbuster last night to pick up The Waterboy, as well, since we had both loved it in the theaters. Not one hot guy was to be seen in the place. It was really sad. The old woman who checked us out wouldn't let me use my driver's license to rent the movie, either. She said that I could use it only if my mom had put me down on her list. Mom hadn't, of course, so I told her that I've used my license to rent before. The woman told me that whoever let me do that could lose their jobs, so I was glad that I hadn't said, "Kyle, Maat, & Sean always let me use my license." Tracey was allowed to rent them since Gladys put her on the list. Whee. We went over to Kroger so Tracey could pick up some raw fat (cookie dough), & I could get some Ben & Jerry's Low Fat Coconut Cream Pie ice cream. (Haha.) We came home & watched the movies. Frankenstein was pretty much like I expected it to be, but it was nothing like the book. I swear, I love old horror movies. I fell asleep during The Waterboy a couple hundered times. It was still funny the second time, but I was just too tired. When I came home, I was completely awake, so I stayed up forever. Mom & Dad had gone to the mall while I was gone, so she bought me silverchair's new album, Neon Ballroom. People have been telling me that I won't be impressed with it, & it sounds nothing like silverchair, but I think it rawks. (I really hate people who say "rawks", but that's the only word that can describe the album. You have to get that "w" sound in there, you know.) It's just what I expected, & I'm not the least bit disappointed. Now, it really makes me wish I would have gotten to see them on Thursday. So, it's time to make another shameless plug for the album: Go buy the f-ing album! You'll like it, mates.

I just got back from the Buckeye Girls State tea for this year's delegates. The little essay I wrote on why I should be one of the two chosen to represent my school was good, but I can't brag about myself on stuff like that. My friends, however, have no problem doing it. Katie, the same chick who bragged her arse off (Ha, I said "arse") the other night when we had interviews to become Pork Queen was at it again today. I can't get over how full of herself that girl is. She has like 2 friends, but I suppose she thinks that's enough to make her better than everyone else. She told the old women who were doing the interviews that both her mom & her sister had been accepted into Girls State to try to impress them. My dad went to Boys State & my my aunt went to Girls State, but I would never tell the women that just to get them to like me. While she was dipping my punch, I told her that I couldn't believe she did that, & she was like, "Shut up. I hate you." That didn't bother me, of course, since she says that about 10 times a day to me. Tracey says that that's her way of dealing with negative criticism that she knows is true. As soon as I walked away from the punch bowl, Katie started talking about me with one of her cronies, Stephanie. I was like, "At least I have the decency to talk about you to your face." That didn't impress her, so I poured the contents of the punch bowl on her head. It was fun. Katie & her little friend are definitely going to be the ones accepted to Girls State. Tracey believes that she still has a chance, but she's only fooling herself. I don't mind Stephanie being accepted. She works hard to get what she has, & she's not at all fake like Katie. Grr. I'm mad. OK, that's enough ranting for me. Expect more later.

Thursday the 18th of March: I'm listening to this song called Natural One that Mike used to sing all of the time during English our freshman year. I have very good English class memories of the last two years. I spent all of freshman English listening to Mike try to talk me into singing the "whoa" part in Marilyn Manson's The Beautiful People & trying to explain him to my English teacher. He would say something in Mike-talk & I would translate it into regular English for the class. I hated my teacher with a passion (as I hate all English teachers), but I hadn't yet realized how messed up all of my friends back then. Things were good. Last year, I had the nicest teacher in the world, but he was a little too nice. I spent the whole year sitting between Mike & Tracey, passing notes. It was like the perfect setting: good carpet, an interesting tree outside, & two of my favourite people in front of & behind me. This year, I'm in what's referred to as "chick's English". Mike was the last guy left, & he has absolutely no initiative whatsoever, so he dropped out at the beginning of this year. I hate the class. My teacher talks about nothing but sex & how perfect she is. She changed her room aound again today. I sat away from all of my friends in an attempt to make things completely un-normal as possible. I'm not sure what that accomplished, but I did learn that English sucks even more when you can't make fun of the way your teacher dresses with your friends. She has this weird bump in the back of her hair, too. It's like she sleeps on a huge, jutting rock or something that leaves an impression. I have no idea why I'm talking about this. I'm chatting with this guy on my AOL IM who is completely boring me. The guys who get online to pick up chicks crack me up. If they can't get a girl in real life, what makes them think they can get one on here? Some girls are completely consumed with how a guy looks, but chances are, there's some girl at their school who wouldn't mind dating them if they had a decent personality. Personality means nothing when you're hot, but these poor internet guys have neither looks nor personality. I ask them a simple question like, "What color are your socks?" & they freak out. Come on, if you're unwilling to answer a standard sock question, what are you going to do when I start talking about the fact that my friends call me Lucifer? I can't deal with these people. I'm here only to look up band info & possibly talk to Tracey or Mike. OK, I have to end this highly pointless note & do some crap. (I'd smile so much my face would crack in two, and you could fix it with your kissing glue. I'd like that. Yes, I'd like that.) Mike pointed out that last lyric the other nite, & I adore it. It's from XTC's new version of I'd Like That. I like it.

Wednesday the 17th of March: SATAN moved the desks in her room around today. I can't even begin to deal with it. I think she did it purposely to spite me. She knew I would freak out. I bet she sits at home at night, devising plans on how to irk me to no end. Oh, I can so see her doing that. I'm sure she watched pornos while she's doing it, too. All she talks about is sex. (Well, that's all I do, too, but I'm young. I'm allowed to. She's like 40, 000 years old.)

My play director hates me, I swear. I entertain her, I know, but she thinks I'm always goofing off. (Which I am, naturally.) She wants us all to be focused on practice, but how can I be with the people who are in the play? Heath & I sit & talk about Mike all of the time. When we're not doing that, Bethany, Heath, & I sit & talk about gay men all of the time. When we're not doing that, Marcy, Heath, & I talk about freaking good music & Heath's hatred of our assistant principal all of the time. We laugh...a lot. Our director thinks that I'm the cause of the laughter. (OK, so I am. Still, that gives her no right to think that.) Today, Heath asked me if Mike had told me about Woodshop Blues yet. That's the name of one of the movies Heath & Mike plan to make about their experiences in wood class, so I said, "Yeah, a really long time ago." Heath said that he wasn't talking about the movie, but a new album of wood shop songs that they made up today. So, I'm supposed to ask Mike about cutting a new album in wood class. I figured this was the best place to do it. It gives me a chance to ask about it while making you think that Mike is weirder than you already think he is. (Oh, if only you knew exactly how weird he is. The problem is, he feeds off of knowing that people think he's a freak. OK, so I do, too. Is there something wrong with that?)

Well, I'm off to actually do some English homework, so bye.

Monday the 15th of March: Whoa, I actually have things to talk about tonight. Can you believe it? Not much of it is actually about things that went on today, but this first part is. Here we go:

You know how I said yesterday that I was going to say, "Hey, try not to suck any dick on the way down the hall!" to everyone today? Well, I did. As many people as I could, at least. The first person I said it to was my friend Jacquie. I couldn't say it without laughing, though, so it had no effect on her really. Then, during Honors Algebra III, my friend Joel stole my calculator & used the little typing mechanism to write "HI" like he does every single day. I always type something weird back to him to see what he'll do, so today, I typed, "Hey, try not to suck any dick on the way down the hall!" He just started laughing. He looked like he was trying to think of something to type, but when he gave it back to me, he had typed "HI" again. That didn't surprise me. He does it every day. (I love that boy.) I ended up saying it to a whole lot of my friends by the end of the day, but there were certain ones I just couldn't say it to. The really stupid ones would never understand what I was talking about & even some of the smart ones just said, "What?" There were a few that were really great, though. My really religious friends were the ones I expected to freak out, but they were usually the ones who just said, "OK, I'll try not to." It was a good day. I think I'll try something different tomorrow.

So, I have this friend named Brandon. I think I was in love with him when I was a freshman, but I quickly let go of that when I realized exactly who he is. He's really nice, but he's also quite wannabe-ish. It cracks me up how much he's changed. Like, he used to just be Brandon, but then he got in my school's show choir, & suddenly he thought that chicks were into him or something. First of all, the boy can't sing. Secondly, he looks like an idiot when he's up there dancing. Well, now that he thinks he's something, I think he believes that he's a player or something. Like, he's always telling me that he loves me & wrapping his arms around me & kissing me & stuff. Now, I like him, but I'm definitely not into him. He's not really into me, either, but he seems to believe that I like him or something. He thinks he's such a player. It just cracks me up. Just plain cracks me up.

Hey, here's a tip for the day: If you have a brother, don't let him pick your nose. If he wants to pick his own, let him, but never allow someone else's finger to enter your nostrils. That's like having sex, basically. Think about it. You're having sex with your brother, & if you don't mind me saying, that's just sick. Just plain sick. (I don't have a brother, by the way. I didn't write this from personal experience. Don't you wish I would have, though?)

Sunday the 14th of March: I just finished writing an f-ing long paper for SATAN. It sucked writing it, but it's a dang good paper, I believe. I woke up really freaking early this morning since Joanie & I were supposed to do a duet for church, but when we got there, we found out that the stupid music scheduler guy for our church had lined someone else up for today, as well. I was fine with that since we'll just do it next week, but I think I nodded off about 20 times during the service. I have a real problem with church for that reason. Oh, & that fact that my church is so cult-like. We keep bringing in new members & sucking their bank accounts dry. (Haha, we're such evil people.) No, it's not really like that at all, but my mom did have someone ask her if my church worshipped Satan one time. Hmm...makes you think, doesn't it? (Not really.)

I went to my little cousin's birthday party today. He's like 8 or something now. (I don't really pay attention.) I love how when I was really young, I used to beg my parents to let me stay longer at those type of events so I could hang out with my cousins more. As I got older, I was just like, "Yeah, whatever. I'll go hang out with them for a while," but my sister would get all mad at me for not wanting to stay longer than I did. Now, we go just to amuse our parents, but we drive separately from our parents so we can cut out when things get dull. I love all the old women-talk about how I'm listening to the devil's music, and how my sister has such nice eyes, & how my little cousin should really stop peeing in her bed & whatnot. I also love when they start asking me about guys & stuff. I'll mention that I was at someone's house & they all freak out like, "Oh, our Katie's really growing up. She goes to boys' houses now!" I'm like, "Dang, you guys are old." No, I don't really say that because they'll all starting pinching my butt cheeks or something like that. Crazy old people. Joanie & I left like an hour & a half into the thing today. We're like, "Screw this. Let's go get some pizza." It was good. I'm glad she's finally come to the good side, finally seen the light.

Hey, I forgot to mention something the other night that I was thinking about today. You know how there are huge, nasty whores in every school & everyone knows who they are? Well, on the way home from Mike's game on Friday, he was talking about this one chick at our school who happens to be the hugest dick-sucker EVER. (Sorry to moms, dads, & Bethanys everywhere who were offended by that.) He said it was like that line from Clerks where Dante says, "Hey, try not to suck any dick on the way through the parking lot!" Except, every time he sees her, he wants to yell, "Hey, try not to suck any dick on the way down the hall!" It cracked me up. I wish people really said that while walking down the hallway. In fact, maybe I'll start saying that to random people. They'll give me strange looks & I'll throw books about tacos at them. Tracey says that I say stuff to people's faces more than anyone she knows, you know. I think I'll definitely say that to her tomorrow.

OK, 'tis time to go watch Zoe, Duncan, Jack, & Jane. I dig that show. I plan to marry Jack, in fact. You know, I had someone tell me the other day that saying that I'm going to marry famous people is really immature. Just so you know, I beat them with stale pancakes. K, I'm really going this time. Bye!

Saturday the 13th of March: Don't you just hate those little ads at the top of websites? I especially can't stand the ones that make you click them. Like, they're just too darn tempting. I can't not click them. There's one that looks like one of those gray boxes that pops up on Internet Explorer when the connection can't be established or something & you have to click on the little "OK" button before you can go on. I despise those boxes, but I despise that ad even more. I almost click it every time I see it. You would think that I would learn, but I never do. The ones that cut off a sentence & have a fake scroll bar infuriate me, too. You're dying to know what the rest of the sentence is, but to read it, you have to actually click on the ad & go to the site. I refuse to do it, but one day, I may just break down.

Tracey & I spent the day together today. I really thought that she had already read the nasty stuff I wrote on the 11th, but I guess she hadn't. She definitely read it tonight, though. She called me. Words were exchanged. No, not really. We just talked about...well, everything. It's really sad how weird we both are. We basically just sat there in silence for who knows how long until someone finally said something like, "Well, you didn't have to go & [insert random action here] with [insert random friend here] without me, either, you nasty little [insert random expletive here]." No, I don't actually think it was like that at all. It was rather fun, though. I think we'll definitely thrash each other the next time we meet. I'm looking forward to it.

Hey, here's a friendly reminder that silverchair's new album will be released on Tuesday. Go out & f-ing buy it or I'll have to thrash you, too. Speaking of "f-ing", I've been saying that all day. There are a whole lot of people who say that a whole lot, it seems. I was basically doing it to make fun of them, but it turned into a whole heck of a lot of fun. Come on. Insert it into every sentence in any conversation. Oh, you need an example, eh? Here you go:

Now wasn't that fun? I was having a hard time not doing it around adults, but my friends sure appreciated how easily I did it around them. The most fun is with names. You get to say "John f-ing Smith" & whatnot. (Speaking of fun words - barbituate. Now, that's the epitome of fun.) OK, I suppose I'm going away now. Bye. (I remember running through the wet grass, falling a step behind. Both of us never tiring. Desperately wanting.)

Friday the 12th of March: OK, this one's gonna be freaking long, baby, so grab a glass of Tang, heat up some pizza rolls, & sit back for some nice reading.

Today, I was supposed to have a test in Chemistry class, so I started cramming for it the period before. We all got into Chem, & my teacher started passing out tests to us. He told us to leave them face down until all of them were passed out. We didn't think anything about it since our teacher is such an idiot, but when he allowed us to turn them over, they turned out to be Physics exams. He decided to move the test to next Monday, but he wanted us all to study early, so he told us that the test would be today. He thought it was really clever. We all thought it was stupid. I called him a whore, in fact. So, for the rest of the period, we sat & watched Tommy Boy. Almost everyone in the class had seen it, so we were all talking & whatnot. My teacher got all mad & said, "Come on. Quiet down. Some people are trying to watch this." Tracey thought that was hilarious. She was like, "Oh, yes. Watching Tommy Boy is soooo important to my education." It was funny. Guess you had to be there.

Since I was so into Mike's last indoor soccer game, he said he would take me to the one his team was playing tonite. I went to his house after school, & I sat & talked with him & his older sister for a while until his mom came home. His mom seriously intimidates me, I think. I'm always trying to impress her or something, but I never feel like I'm doing a good enough job. I had no idea where to park in Mike's driveway, so I just pulled in somewhere. I was blocking her spot in the garage, so she had me move my car. It's no big deal, I know, but I felt like I had disappointed her. While we waited around until it was time to leave, Mike's older sister, Eileen, told me about the dead cows she finds behind her house & the kids who go outside at 3 am to dance around the dead cows. Very interesting. I got the idea last time I was at his house that Mike's younger sister, Karen, hated me with a passion. (Well, maybe not a passion.) Tonite, she was very different. She kept looking at me to see how I would react to stuff that she said, I think. Mike does that all of the time, too. They're very much alike. It was time to leave, then, so we started outside. I had no idea that Mike's family would be going to see him play, so I was kind of surprised when they got in the car. It was weird. His sisters & mom, who were in the back seat, were in their own little world of college & church & stuff while Mike & I were in a world of good music & fake English accents. When we got to the place where Mike's team plays, he jumped out of the car really fast. Eileen said that she thought he was getting out to open my door for me. (Those of you who know Mike can begin laughing now.) He was actually going inside to warm up, so his mom, sisters, & I slowly walked into the place. We walked up the balcony to sit, even though I would have much rather stayed down at the bottom near the plexi-glass that the guys continuously slam themselves against. Eileen was trying desperately to talk to me about the meaning of life or something, but she soon realized that I was there only to admire men in little soccer shorts, so she started talking to Karen about man-made cheese or something. Mike's dad came in & asked me how I was in that "I-really-don't-care-all-that-much-but-I'm-such-a-nice-guy-so-I'll-ask-you-anyway" voice of his. (I'm hoping Mike will inherit that, you know.) I don't know how interested you all are in soccer, so I'll spare some of the details, but Mike had a really great run down the center toward the end of the game. I swore he was going to score, but the goalie was actually ready for him. (The only goal attempt that he decided to block, & it had to be Mike's.) His family cracked me up. They were so soccer-y. Sheena had told me that Mike was really fun to watch since he does this thing with his arms that makes him look like he's trying to take flight, but he wasn't doing it much tonite. I was a bit disappointed. Spencer was there. His cheeks were quite rosy, I noticed. The game ended, so Mike & I left while the rest of his family stayed behind. He was making fun of my obsession with Spencer's cheeks. I just can't help it. He's a cutie. Actually, Spencer said something nasty to Mike during the game, but that doesn't change my opinion of his cheeks. On the way home, Mike told me all about his ended relationship with Stephanie that could have had something to do with that fact that he totally blew her off last weekend & never talks to her. A trucker on the highway stared at us. I told stories about my idiot friends while Mike pretended to be interested. Then, we stopped somewhere so he could get a sub. I stayed in the car & listened to crappy music while a woman in the truck across from me got naked. (I'm not even gonna try to explain that one.) I thought about what song to sing for our school's talent show & decided on "Thank U", the Alanis song that I'm so completely sick of. (I would never really sing that, by the way.) I turned on a classical station & made up Japanese-sounding words to go along with the music. Mike came back, so we continued home. I somehow brought up the fact that soccer players have good legs. Mike said that he didn't, but I made it clear that he did. He started pulling up his soccer shorts to show them off. He's so like that. I laughed. A good song came on the radio. We sat in his garage to listen to it. I went inside to get my keys & leave, but I ended up staying for a glass of Tang & an episode of Mad About You. As I was preparing to leave again, Mike said that Chris Isaak (a favourite singer of mine) was on a Friends rerun, so I had to stay for a bit to see him. Finally, Mike's parents came home, so I decided once & for all to leave. That was a fine idea until I got completely stuck in their driveway. The snow from a few days ago was still all over the place, & to avoid hitting Mike's mom's van, I backed into his yard a little. Well, OK, it was a lot. So much, in fact, that I got completely stuck. I sat & spun my wheels for a few minutes going, "Yippee! I'm spinning my wheels!" until Mike's dad came outside to help me. We tried putting my Blazer in 4-wheel drive, but we just ended up digging a trench in the yard. I was perfectly willing to help dig myself out, but Mike's dad made me go back inside to keep warm. (So much for making a good impression on his family.) His mom made me sit down with Eileen & Karen while the men tried to pull me out of the driveway with their van. It didn't work, so I had to call my dad to come & get me. Mike was perfectly willing to take me home, but my dad didn't want my Blazer sitting in their yard, so he started to make the drive to Mike's house. I sat in the living room, feeling miserable about my complete lack of common sense. Karen started playing with a glow-in-the-dark yo-yo, & I told her how impressed I was with her yo-yo ability since I have absolutely none, so she went off on a million random stories about Mike, yo-yos, her overweight friend who only weighs 58 pounds, & her friend who got in trouble for kissing a boy. She was like, "She actually kissed a boy." I laughed. (Oh, how I love 9 year-old talk.) Mike's mom just looked at me like, "How the heck can you listen to her?" I thought she was interesting. Oh, Karen also told me about her friend who has a boyfriend that wears good pants. She said, "She actually tells him that he's wearing good pants sometimes!" I'm like, "What's wrong with that? I tell your brother that all of the time." I think that made her like me more. She was actually begging me to stay & live with them when my car first got stuck. I had to leave Karen's exciting world of TGIF when Mike came back inside, but I will return there soon. (Mike was wearing good shorts at this point, just so you know.) We watched a weird TV show. It must have seemed like I got stuck only so I could stay & hang out more. My dad came finally, so Mike's dad & I went out to meet him. My dad was all happy & whatnot, talking to Mike's dad about snow & stuff. Mike described him as "jolly". He brought his huge truck, so he pulled me out in no time. Mike's dad did the whole manly chuckle thing & said something about how dads always save the day or something. Amusing. I left, then. As I pulled into my driveway, I noticed the snowman that my mom built the other day. (Yeah, my mom is into playing in the snow.) It's not really a snowman, though. It's a snow duck. She even used food coloring to make it yellow with an orange beak. (It's so sad how creative she is.) I came inside & called Tracey. We talked about crap forever. Now, I'm talking to Mike, but I'm seriously tired. I need sleep, so bye!

Thursday the 11th of March: I have oh, so much to talk about & oh, so little time, so I guess I'll just start this now & finish it later. I'm at Bethany's right now. We're making macaroni-n-cheese with Janelle. Bethany was eating antacids a few minutes ago. She says it's to get the calcium from it, but we all know that she's completely addicted to it. She can't live without it, in fact. I told Bethany that I wish she was addicted to heroin. Bethany's like the smartest kid in the entire world, so I thought it would be weird if she was viewed as some role model for kids when she really has to go home after school each day & shoot up to feed her addiction. (Hey, kids. Heroin makes you smart.) Bethany also has a 400-pound cat, in case you were wondering. His name is Henry. It's the perfect name for a cat, when you think about it. Henry. Bethany was just telling us how she wished there was Viagra spray starch. (You know, there's that spray starch called "Niagara". Work with me, people.) Oh, isn't she clever?

Today, my Spanish teacher was talking about painters. He never has any idea what he's talking about & I don't think I've learned a thing all year, but the man really amuses me. (You should see the way his pants move when he walks. I love it. Very fun.) Anyway, as he was completely making up information about Spanish painters, I was thinking about how cool it would be to be painted. It would have to be by somebody you were into, though. Why would you want to sit with some nasty, old Spanish painter for hours on end? I have this all planned out in my head. Dang, I'm such a romantic freak. Hey, if you're a hot painter, e-mail me. (Oh, what fun.)

Let's have a little chat about best friends, shall we? I seem to be having a little trouble with mine. I don't want to piss her off by writing a whole bunch of nasty crap about her on this page, but she's been pissing me off a little lately. I know she thinks I'm acting like a nasty whore towards her right now, but she is changing, & I can't deal with it, my friends. Isn't there some unwritten rule that friends are, I don't know, supposed to share things with each other? I totally let it all out in a letter to her last week, only to find out that she's been hiding something from me for a while now. I found out what she's been hiding last night. I wouldn't have minded so much, except for the fact that she wasn't the one who told me. I was at this banquet applying for my county fair's Pork Queen (Yeah, yeah. I'm a country girl. Deal with it.) when Katie, a good friend of my best friend & I, started talking about my best friend. Katie randomly mentioned my friend's little secret, & I freaked out. Man, Tracey & I talk about Katie a lot behind her back (Yeah, we're nasty chicks. Deal with that, too.), so I can't believe that she would talk to Katie instead of me. I was flaming mad last night, so I waited until today to talk to Tracey about it, but I never really said anything. We're so distant. We're two different people all of the sudden. It's gotten to the point that I would much rather hang out with Mike than her on Friday nights, just because of one of Tracey's other friends. Her friend insists on changing all of our plans, but Tracey doesn't seem to mind one bit. I'm sure Tracey would say that she enjoys her other friend more than me, too. The circumstances surrounding this are so weird. Yuck. If her friend wasn't such a bad influence, I wouldn't care, but Tracey totally gets caught up in whatever other people are doing

Uh-oh. I'll get the rest of this back soon.

Monday the 8th of March: I wore my Limp Bizkit shirt to school today. It cracks me up how many people say they're so into Limp Bizkit when I wear it. I always ask them, "What's your favourite song by them?" They always say Faith. Then, I ask, "What's your 2nd favourite song?" They all look at my really confused-like & say, "Oh, that's the only one I know." I'm like, "So, basically, you only know them from watching MTV?" They all nod, so I take off my shirt & thrash them with it. (Wait, that leaves me with no shirt on. Maybe I beat them with my shoe instead.) Heath always helps me make fun of the people since he's like the only other person I know who actually has heard more than one song. (He makes me so proud.)

Mike approached me in the hallway today at school & said "procreation". Just thought I'd share.

Tomorrow is the tapping for National Honor Society. My cousin, Bethany (Oh, look. I mentioned your name.), is gonna be the one to tap me, but I'm not supposed to know that until the assembly tomorrow. It makes me really sad to know that I'm going to be onstage with a bunch of people who are so into the fact that they actually copied off enough people throughout high school that their grade point averages are high enough to get into NHS, while the people who probably actually deserve to be up there have to sit with their idiot friends because they weren't willing to do the stupid stuff that you have to do to get the respect of the teachers who decide who gets into NHS. (Mike? Are you hearing this?) These are the same teachers who don't really care how they're teaching or whether the students are actually learning as long as they're getting paid. (Uggh. I'm about to go into a speech about my idiot Chem teacher here...no, nevermind. Not tonite.) I guess I shouldn't say that about our teachers since my mom is one of them, but I think she's a little different than the rest of them, you know? Speaking of stupid school, there's snow coming, so I might not have it tomorrow. Yipp-ee! Hmm...I have so much more to talk about, but I can't seem to remember any of it. Oh, remember to thank Karsten sometime soon. (As if any of you actually know who he is.) He wrote me a really nasty e-mail, but he also did a really great thing for me. Just thought I'd mention it. (I know I dreamed you. A sin & a lie. I have my freedom, but I don't have much time.)

Sunday the 7th of March: I have absolutely nothing to write about, you know. I'm just kind of tired, so I got online. I should be doing something, but I'm in one of those sit-at-home-&-do-nothing moods. I think I might take someone to Blockbuster later. Every day is a good day for Blockbuster, you know. Just in case you're wondering (& I know you are), last night was cool. I looked good, I guess. (Ha, I'm so full of myself.) There was this one guy who kept getting me to try to dance with him. It cracked me up. He cracked me up, in fact. I love how all the weirdos are the ones who are in love with me. They must be able to sense the fact that I'm going to like them just because they're weird. I came home & tried to find an MP3 of the song Touched by Vast. I heard of Vast a looooong time ago, but I had no idea what they sang. I heard this completely awesome song on the radio the other day, but I thought it was old. Then, Mike started talking about how cool this new song, Touched was. Joanie & I were on the way to school on Thursday & the song came on. She was like, "Isn't this that Touched song?" I was like, "Dang! I love you, kid!" (She beat me for calling her "kid", by the way. She's only a year younger than me.) So, now I have a need to hear it, but my stupid radio station is doing an 80's weekend, so I can't request it. 80's weekends really get my goat. (Whew. I love to say that.) I love to hear The Cure, The Clash, Berlin, & whatnot, but I need some newer music mixed in. Speaking of Berlin, their song Sex cracks me up to no end. The song itself isn't that funny, but the simulated sex at the end is hilarious. Crazy, crazy stuff, my friends.

Man, I wrote this wretched e-mail to Tracey last night. I basically refuse to e-mail people, but I let everything out on her. I think she must be totally trying to avoid me at this point. I went from being happy, happy, happy, to listening to the new Blur song & getting sad, sad, sad. Whew, I swear I'm a psychopath. If she doesn't commit me to a mental institution, I will. I think that would be kind of interesting, actually. What a great way to get away from people. Although, I don't think I could deal with having to live with people who drool on themselves & can't talk. (Wait, I live with my sister. That's close enough.) Man, that was a total generalization. I'm sure I just offended a couple thousand people with these last thoughts. Oh, well. Mental people shouldn't be allowed to live anyway. No, seriously, I didn't mean that. Man, I'm nasty. But you'll keep reading, won't you? You can't stay away from me, can you? I've got you hooked on me.

I was just looking through MP3s & I found a copy of Porno for Pyros' Pets. I adore that song. Mike was the one who first got me to love it. I love how my friends are the ones who made me like good music. Like, my friend Maria was the one who got me to listen to my radio station. She's the hugest Smashing Pumpkins fan EVER, & CD 101 plays a whole load of their stuff, so she kept telling me to listen to it. I ignored her, but finally I got sick of my current station, so I flipped to it. I'm not sure what made me stay with it, but all other stations suck compared to it. Wow, I'm rambling about nothing here. All of the people who e-mail me telling me how funny this site is are going to start mailing me to find out where I live so they can come throw their grandpas at me. (Where did that come from!? Grandpas?) Oh, I need to go somewhere. Hold on, I have to leave you with a quote from one of my friends. Here we go: "Do you guys like to do cocaine? Lets's all take off our clothes!" Whew, gotta love that.

Saturday the 6th of March: All right, kiddies. I'm gonna have no time on here tonight (It'll be spent with one or more of my future husbands. Whoo-hoo!), so I'm writing now. I think I have a lot to write. I'm not sure yet.

School rocked yesterday. (Whoa, I can't believe I actually said that.) I didn't have to deal with gay teachers & the future husband who was there with me looked gooooood. (As if that's something new. They all look good at all times. That's why they're my future husbands.) This one's name is Barry, by the way. He was wearing this red, satin-y shirt with black JNCOs & black boots. Usually, I have problems with guys wearing JNCOs. In fact, I'm listening to a song by this trippy punk band called Hegamus. The song is called JNCO Sucks, if that tells you anything. The song cracks me up. I love punk. You don't have to have any real words as long as the music's good, you know. The words to JNCO Sucks go a little something like this: "JNCO JNCO JNCO JNCO JNCO JNCO JNCO JNCO JNCO JNCO JNCO JNCO JNCO, YOU SUCK". Good, eh? I think so. Back to the jeans - I think that some people wear them to seem cool. Believe me, it doesn't work. Either you can wear them or you can't. Barry can wear them, my friends. He also had on this huge watch. I don't know if it was Fossil or not, but you know how much I love big watches. (Why is that? Is there any other chick alive who likes big watches?) There's this chick that Barry used to date, & she was there yesterday, too. She gets really mad when Barry talks to anyone. She caught me asking him a question, so she asked someone who I was & then she started shooting me nasty looks. I took Barry's watch & thrashed her with it. Then, I laughed. There's not much more I can tell, but just know that it was a good day.

Mike called last night after he got home from the Y. We talked about who knows what for a while, but I had to take Joanie to her friend's house, so I left. I was soooo close to Mike's house when I took her to her friend's, but stupid me, I hadn't asked Mike if he wanted to do anything...so I went home. I called Mike & turned on the computer. (Oh, we have three separate lines, in case you couldn't tell.) His line was busy, so I got online. He was on, so we started talking about his punk friend who wouldn't eat. I said that I wanted to be a punk or at least goth. Punks get to listen to cool music, but goths get to wear a lot of black. Hmm...tough decision. Mike said he was unrestricted because he wasn't wearing a shirt. I said that I wished not wearing shoes was considered nudity. (I'm nude right now, you know.) Mike said that he was going to make a movie called No Shoes=Porn. I thought that was cool. I'm hoping that he'll make me the star. We talked about doing something. We decided to go to Blockbuster, of course. I drove to his house. I couldn't find it because the kitchen curtains were shut. I drove past the house, in fact. I had to pull into his church's parking lot & get out my little map. I was thinking that the people who went past me must have been thinking that I was contemplating suicide in the parking lot of a church. I hope they were. (I wasn't, by the way.) I found his house & knocked on the door. He was laying on his couch watching TV with the lights out. It was really sweet. I guess you had to be there. He got his hair cut. It looked good, but I told him that it looked really thin for some reason. I didn't mean it in a bad way, but I think he took it that way. I never say things the way I want to say them. Like, instead of saying, "Wow, that's a cool shirt," I say, "Whoa, your feet look HUGE". (Well, maybe it's not quite that bad, but you get the idea...I hope.) We headed off to Blockbuster in his car. We talked about good movies on the way. I wish I could remember what else we talked about, but my memory sucks when it comes to crap like that. I need to carry a little taperecorder around with me, I think. Mike was being weird & saying all this stuff to see what I would say after he said it. It's so sad that crap like that amuses me so much. We went to Pizza Hut to order buffalo wings. Mike flirted with the cashier chick & got to ranch dressings instead of one. He's lucky that I didn't go in with him. I would have definitely smacked that girl around with some of her own pizza crust. Oh, that reminds me of something we talked about on the way there. I always talk about things that I do to people, but I never actually do them. I told Mike that I called my Chem teacher a whore, & Mike asked if I really did. Of course I didn't. Like, I said earlier that I beat the chick who loves Barry with his watch, but I would never do that to someone. It sure is fun to talk about, though, isn't it? OK, so we went to Blockbuster & picked out Ed Wood & Buffalo 66 after an hour of walking around, looking for the perfect movies. Mike says that soft porn is the way to go, but I'm not so sure. I had already seen Ed Wood & Mike's friend Charlie was coming over after he got off work, so we decided to watch that one first. (Mike said that Charlie hates kids as much as I do, by the way. I don't know what it is, but kids just don't amuse me like they do other people. I've sworn that I'm not going to have them, but I know so many men are all into them, so I might end up breaking down in the end. Wait, I shouldn't say that all kids don't amuse me. There was a little boy & girl in Blockbuster who were looking at the porn movies. Now, they amused me, let me tell you. Kids & porn...now that's a combination.) On the way home, we discussed Stephanie a lot. Mike kept letting go of his brake pedal & then pushing it down again really fast, causing a really fun, jerking motion. It amused me, but he said that it was pranks like that that got kids killed. I laughed. We also talked about my gay friend. I said that it really upset me that he would rather have sex with a 24 year-old Australian than me, even though I'm not into him in that way at all. Mike said something like, "But he would rather have sex with a 24 year-old Australian than me, too. Of course, I'm not sure that that's a bad thing." (You know, I didn't really think about it last night, but I think I would choose a 24 year-old Australian over me any day. Dang, that's upsetting.) We were talking about something really good when we pulled into his garage, but I can't, for the life of me, remember what it was. (My Lord! I just said, "I can't, for the life of me..." I'm turning into an old woman!) It smelled like buffalo wings in his car. We went outside to his back porch for a while, & I discovered his tree house. It was completely dark out there. I loved it. I love the country, in fact. I always talk about how much I want to live in the city, but the truth is, I love to walk outside on someone's back porch & not be able to see anything but darkness. No lights, no cars, no people...just darkness. I get that at my house, too, but it was different last night somehow. We went back inside to watch the movies after a while. Mike asked what I wanted to drink & I answered "Tang", of course. They were out, though. It struck me as weird because we're out of it right now at my house, too. His mom made us green Kool-Aid instead. I told Mike that it was good green Kool-Aid, & he said to tell his mom that because she was sometimes worried about her Kool-Aid-making ability. That cracked me up. That's something only he would say. It makes me mad, though, because he knows how funny he is. All the way home, he kept talking about how much he wished there were other people in the car to see the weird things he was doing. I hate people like that. (Dang, am I the biggest hypocrite or what?) Anyway, we started watching Ed Wood. He was eating chicken wings & making weird eating noises. The noises amused me, so I started watching him, but I don't think he realized it. The movie was much slower than I remember it. I told him it would be weird, but I don't think he was expecting how...weird...it is. That's the only word to describe it. You're thinking, "What the heck was the point of that? Hmm...it wasn't bad," when it's over. You just have to see it to know what I'm talking about. (My next rental will be Quiz Show, I believe. I've heard that it's weird...just thought you might like to know.) All right, that's all I can remember, I think. I got dressed (I'm not even going to explain that again) & started for the door. I said, "Thanks for the fun & chicken wings" or something gay like that. Mike said something really cool, but once again, I was too drunk to remember. Hold on...let's talk about that for one minute. I wasn't actually drunk. I don't drink, my friends. Actually, I think drinking is really stupid. Now, most of you reading this probably go out drinking from time to time. I can deal with that. You have no chance of ever dating me, but I can still deal with that. The thing I can't deal with is people who flaunt the fact that they're drinkers. Personally, I think drinking is for people who were either brought up incorrectly by their parents or are just plain stupid. Obviously, drinkers think differently. I have friends who are like, "Oh, yeah. I got totally smashed last night. It was great." I'm like, "Why would I care?" Seriously, is drinking the epitome of cool? I didn't think so. OK, that's enough about that. So, I left Mike's & went home. I love the drive home from his house at night. I'm always the only one on the road & there are 400, 000, 000 cops on the road, just waiting to arrest me for being out past our town's stupid curfew, driving without my license (OK, so I have one, but I never bring it with me), or some other weird reason. It's quite enjoyable overall, though. Oh, I forgot to mention that Mike was wearing good pants again. He had on this sweater of someone I don't care much for, but later he put on good pants, so all was well. OK, I've seriously got to go now. (I've got a shrink I swear he's Elvis, I think. He wears the coolest suede shoes when I come in with the blues.)

Thursday the 4th of March: I'm going to have absolutely no time to write tonite, so I thought I'd better do it now. It'll be short, but I guess you'll just have to suffer for one night. *cough*

I wanted to see Dovetail Joint sooooo bad when I found out they were coming here. I even got Mike to agree to come with me. I called the place they're going to perform at last night. They told me that it's an 18+ show. I told them that I hated them & beat them senseless with my telephone. That wasn't enough to phase them, so I ended up strangling them with my telephone cord. Not a pretty sight, my friends. Not pretty at all.

I finally decided that I'm obsessed with Stephanie today. No, not in the way I'm obsessed with Blockbuster workers, but in the way that I'm always talking to her just to find things to make fun of her with. It's quite sad. I sat by her in the library 2nd period today. I have absolutely no idea why. We started talking about her friend, Susan. I noticed how big her head is. (Haha.) It's gigantic, mates. She told someone that one of the guys she's dating wants her to date only him & forget about the other guys. She said that she just couldn't do that. Dang. I hated her, then. I threw my History book at her, in fact. It squashed her nose. I was happy. I laughed.

I talked to Renato the foreign exchange student finally today. (Aren't you proud of me, Mike?) I've been in love with him for about 6 months now, but I've just kind of ignored him. I think ignoring people is the way I show them that I love them. Instead of talking to them, I pretend that they're not there. I totally notice everything & everyone, but I just walk by people & don't say anything. Yeah, that's a good way to let people know you're into them, I think. You don't agree? Too bad, I'm right. OK, I have to go now. Wait, I forgot to mention that I don't have to go to any classes tomorrow. I'm doing this weird thing that I don't really want to explain, but if it gets me out of class, I'm happy. I still have to technically go to school, though. I just don't have to deal with annoying teachers or my stupid friends. Yee-ha. Ciao.

Wednesday the 3rd of March: Tracey & I decided the other day that we want to be able to decide who can procreate & who can't. At first, I said that I wish there was some kind of council that decided that, but Tracey thought that the two of us should be the ones. All the white trash would come to us & say, "Hey, we wanna have sex so we can breed nasty, little white trash babies who will take over the world. Our kids will have no morals, & all of the normal people will hate them, but we don't care. We just want some kids to fill up our trailer & make us appear more trashy than we already do if that's possible." (Hey, just so I don't get any death threats: Living in a trailer does not automatically make you white trash. Trailer-living people are perfectly capable of being normal if they choose to make themselves that way.) When the white trash approach us, wanting to have kids, they will automatically be shot. Not only will they not be allowed to put more trash on the earth, they will not be allowed to live. Then, the world will be rid of white trash. Then, & only then, will we, the upper-middle-class people of Earth, be able to live in peace. Ahh, that will be the day, mates.

Let's talk about Stephanie, shall we? I'm not going to say anything bad about her after tonight (maybe), but I just have to talk about her hair since I'm the most superficial person ever. It was bad today. Really bad. Tracey said that her shoes were good. I said that the way she dresses is her only redeemable quality. (Haha. I'm so e-vil.) Tracey wasn't impressed. You just an't hate Stephanie, though. She gave me Starburst jelly beans during 2nd & 5th periods today. You don't understand how much I love those things. I could live on them. If she didn't go & do things like that every now & then, I could definitely get rid of her, but...dang, why did she have to share her jelly beans?

One small note: I found out that Heath the Eve 6 & Limp Bizkit-lover also likes The Beatles today. I told him that The Beatles were my band. (They are, you know.) Dang, I love that boy. I'd like to start calling him Heath the Eve 6, Limp Bizkit, & Beatles-lover, but that would just get annoying as all get out (Whoa, did I really just say that?), so I won't. He'll probably just be Heath from now on. It's rather sad, I know, but it'll make it much easier on the both of us, blokes.

You know, I think I had a lot to write about on here today, but I just have to take a few moments to recognize Mike. You wouldn't believe this boy. Perhaps he won't want me sharing this with all of you weirdos, but I just liked it enough to want to let other people know how fun Mike is. First off, let's establish the fact that Mike refuses to e-mail me most of the time. I don't blame him, really, since I never have anything to say & I'm sure he doesn't, either, but it's nice to get some mail every now & then. Anyway, I was reading thru my assorted crappy mail when I came across this gem from Mike. (Yeah, I really did just say the word "gem".) This isn't the entire e-mail, mind you. The real thing was huge, which is something that surprised me more than a little. I think our little Mike is growing up. (Yeah, I really did say that, too.) Here we go:

"Well i was just listening to the top ten at ten and heard the song "touched" which i happen to like a lot i dont know who sings it but whatever. anyway while it was playing i started my usual day dreaming and dreamed that me and my band which you are a part of were singing that song. i know you had your heart set on the band name paste but my band is called "couch and sofas". the reason we are called that is we all can sit on couches and sofas so we dont have to act stupid standing up like many bands do. a little craziness is good but constant stupid bouncing by stupid poorly dressed white guys playing the guitar is not my idea of cool. do you agree, i hope you do."

Now, I don't know what you think of that, but I liked it. He went on to say some things that I highly doubt he would want me sharing, so I'll end it there. Ahh, this has been one of the better days in my life, friends.

Tuesday the 2nd of March: I don't really have the time to be online, so I'm gonna try to make this rather quick. (Yeah, right. Like that's ever happened.)

First of all, Mike told me last night that Stephanie is not, I repeat, is not his girlfriend. I told him that I needed something to call her while I was busy making fun of her on here, but he wouldn't tell me anything else to call here, so I guess I'll continue to refer to her as his "chick" or "that whore who's dating my Mike". Good enough? Mike also said that he thinks it's funny when I make fun of her. Have I made fun of her? Believe me, my friends, I haven't said anything yet. I've managed to stay quiet about her huge teeth, her complete lack of personality at times, & her bad taste in men, haven't I? Oops. Well, I'll just have to find more things to complain about since I let those slip. You know, I just went back & read those last sentences. When I was talking about Steph's bad taste in men, I totally wasn't talking about you, Mike. You're a lovely little man with good hair. I was referring to the other scary guys she hangs out with. OK, now that that's cleared up...kinda...let's move on. Wait, before we do, did I mention that Mike brought a yo-yo into Blockbuster the other night while we were picking out a movie? I don't think I did, but it's the truth. I mean, come on. You all know that none of you would ever have the guts to be playing with your yo-yo (Doesn't that sound nasty?) inside a video store. I was proud of him. Yo-yos, Tang, good pants...what's not to love?

So, tonite I was at this...thing. ('m not even going to talk about what it is, but just know that I was there.) One of my future husbands was there. He goes to another school, but for three days every year, I get to see him. It's really quite sad that I hang on to the good memories I have of this boy, but he's just too good to let go. I haven't even talked to him enough to know if he has good taste in music or not, but I know that he's waaaaaaay sweet. (Of course, good taste in music is the only thing that really matters, blokes.) Speaking of way sweet, my little friend Josh finally invited my other friend, Elise, to our school's stupid Spring Fling. It's sad that I don't even want to go, but I've been trying to hook them up for about a month now. School dances just plain freak me out. I went to some in middle school. They were pretty boring, but at least I got to slow dance with all of my favourite men there. My mom is all into me going to the Spring Fling & Prom & whatnot, but I'd seriously rather rent movies with my date or go out to eat or something. In fact, I'd rather just forget the date altogether & go out with one of my friends. It's really sad, but I guess I'm just a cheap date. (Hmm...cheap. Yeah, that's me.)

Dang, have you guys heard Blur's new song, Tender? It is amazing. Damon Alburn is amazing. Any man who can sing like that should automatically be brought to me so that we can talk about life together. (Talking about life is better than sex, you know.) If you haven't heard the song, you're listening to the wrong radio station. Find a decent station & learn to adore the song as much as I do. Whoo-hoo! (Umm...that was an allusion to one of their other, more famous songs, mates.) OK, it's shower time once again. Bye, friends. (Oh, look. I'm not writing a song lyric tonite. Hahahaha. I'm so e-vil.)

Monday the 1st of March: I had a great morning. My hair looked really good. It's hard to get curly hair to look good, but I did a nice job. Then, I walked outside. It was windy. My hair wasn't happy.

OK, don't read this, Mike. Second period, I'm in a class with Mike's chick. She was talking about the soccer game with me. I asked her if it was the first time she had seen Mike's team play. (As if I didn't already know the answer.) It was, of course. I asked her how she liked the game. She said, "It was OK, I guess." I was like, "Dang!" I mean, the girl is surrounded by hot soccer players, one of which happens to be her boyfriend, & she wasn't the least bit excited? Man. I wanted to beat her. I didn't, though. I just took off my shoe & threw it at the back of her head. Then, I laughed. No, I shouldn't say stuff like that. I really think that she's a decent person. Just not one of the sharpest crayons in the box, you know what I mean? (Man, I hope she never comes here. Just in case she does: Love you, Steph!) Then, I sat down by her during our little study hall 5th period in my teacher's office. I didn't realize who it was that I was sitting down by. I just knew that I wanted the comfortable chair that was by her. We started talking. She brought up the game again. I swear, it was like a competition between us to see who knew more about Mike. I won, of course, but I was thinking how funny it is that chicks get all defensive, even about guys who are just their friends.

OK, Mike, you can read again now. Tonight at play practice, my cousin, Bethany (Oh, look at me. I specified which cousin I was talking about.), told me how weird it is that she feels like a part of my life since she reads this all of the time. She also told me to specify which cousin I'm talking about when I feel the need to bring up one of their names. Heath the Eve 6 & Limp Bizkit-lover was singing Faith tonight. I love how after you mention that you love something, people always make a point to talk about that thing when they're around you. It's rather weird, but also kind of cool. At least it lets you know that they care somewhat about your opinions. Speaking of that, I loved it the other night when I was at Mike's, & he was wearing good pants. (I know you've already heard this a million times.) Mike, maybe your good pants wearage was just a coincidence, but if it wasn't, then thank you. I appreciate you trying to let me have at least one person in my life who doesn't wear jeans every day. (Not that jeans every day are a bad thing. I know that they're oh, so comfortable.)

K, kids, I need to go get a shower. Bye-e. (Make up your mind. Decide to walk with me around the lake tonight by my side.) Dang, I love the Toadies. Oh, & just in case I'm getting anywhere near 10,000 characters: Hey, Karsten!

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