Woah.

Okay, there is this guy who's doing something weird. He just dropped a note on the student activities manger's desk. And he was scared or something, because him and his friend were talking about it loudly. It was really weird, and I have this sudden urge to go read the note real quick. What could it say? "Will you marry me?" "I quit." "Your mom is dead." It could say alot of things. I won't go in. It's too risky, and I'm not sure I care that much. Just because a guy is cute, doesn't mean I need to be stalker-ish. I'm laughing at myself.

My english teacher is a moron. I really don't know what goes through her head. Of course, I'm kind of moronic. A 20 page journal was due today and I didn't know. So of course I didn't turn it in. Ugh.

I am so tired. Why is our starbucks the only one staying open til twelve for the holidays? I feel like I didn't sleep at all. I just had hallucinations of sleeping, and weird weird dreams about stocking cups.

It's way to cold outside to play tennis. Fuck.

Holy crap. The student activities manager just walked into her office. She read the note, and picked up the phone. I wonder what's going to happen.

Weekend Update.

Friday: Did claims all day, Kayla came over. I was allowed to bring her to It'z, because Julia was bringing her friend Lindsey, and Daniel came later with Troy and Anus[No, it's actually pronounced A-nes. Like the butt hole. But he's really nice.]. The pizza and pasta was really good. It's been a long time since I went to an all you can eat buffet like that. Kayla and I managed to get around 2500 tickets. Each ticket was worth two. I wonder why they would do that? We traded our tickets for six shot glasses, two yo-yos, two rubber chickens on keychains, two poppers, and one foam ring.

Saturday: Claims again. Fuck. Halloween party.

Sunday: Played Beautiful Katamari, The Sims 2: Castaway, and City of Villains. I made a mutant stalker named the Silencer, who uses organic spines that pop out of his skin as a weapon. He also has super reflexes. which allow him to hide and stuff. He won't be able to fly, but super jumping or super speed shouldn't be out of his reach. We'll have to see.

Today:My english teacher really isn't all that stupid. You can see that she really cares about her job, and she tries to make it good for us. She tries to be very intellectual, and she might be. I'm not sure yet. There's this guy in that class. So hot. You know me, I don't usually go for the Abercrombie models, but oh. She got a little mad at him today though. She asked him to close his laptop, because she never knows if he's paying attention. I doubt he is. Anyway, we have a research paper due sometime in November. I think I'm going to be doing mine on A Jury of Her Peers by Susan Glaspell. Tennis now. I have to grab my racquet before.