Spanish is getting difficult, even thought it's all review for me. It's stuff that I learned in the 8th grade. I suppose it emptied out over the summer. The bad new is that we have a test tomorrow. It's still nice to be out of Sra. Tamara's class, but Sra. Mahan's teaching style is so different from what I'm used to. It's not a different I can't cope with, but it's a different I'll have trouble adjusting with.

I met this person online and he's pretty cool. He's 28, and he knows that I'm a minor, but he still wants to take me out to dinner, talk to me on the phone, and so on. It's pretty scary. The scary thing is, that he lives in my city and I'm afraid he'll find out where I live and rape me or something. I've told him more about me than I should have.

I ordered my class ring. If you'd like to see it, then go here. It looks a good deal like Daddy's, only smaller and gold. Daddy gave me his to wear until I get mine. It isn't exactly like that one in the picture though. Mine says my name on it with a band logo and it's an opal stone instead of a birthstone.

I wonder if he'll get a ring. I hope so. He might have fun with it. I'd steal it and wouldn't give it back. Well, okay I would, but not until he begged for it. Guys who beg for something other than sex are very sad beings indeed.