After weekends, I never want to go back to school. It's not that I want to stay around the house or anything. Quite to the contrary actually. I do like my room though, and that's about it. I actually got so bored, that I began cleaning it and doing my laundry.

It's strange how much black I wear, and and little I actually own in my extensive wardrobe. (Extensive because I have problems throwing things out. It's like I think my clothes have feelings or something and I just can't throw them out.) A good deal of those clothes are from 6th and 7th grade, when I believed that black and white was the root of all evil and every article of clothing has to have atleast two different colors.

I've changed so much. I was so happy, and almost like a prep. Kissing was a big deal. Making out was nearly untouchable. Holding hands around school was risky. (We could get suspended)

I'm not happy anymore, and the last thing I am is prepy. Kissing is an everyday thing. Making out isn't uncommon (Expecially for the preps now. They change sex partners every fucking week.). Holding hands around school is kind of lame. Arms around each other is 'cool'.

I stayed up late talking to him last night. that was pretty cool. I'm very tired now, but it was very worth it.

Oh god....just leave me alone.....