My study hall is incredibily noisy. We're not supposed the have CD players, but my teacher has given up on trying to stop us. I can hear three very distrinct musical genres right now. Techno, Pop, and Hard Rock. If I blared my music, you'd hear Jimmy Fallon's 'The Bathroom Wall'.

I made final callbacks for the play! I am elegable for all the parts except for two, April and Polly. I'd hate to have those parts though. Ms. Roerich (the caster/director) has already assigned two roles, both are men. The rest are to be announced. I know the two guys, and they both deserve it greatly. They're great guys.

Have you noticed that when you talk with your best friend about someone, they can say "You know that one stupid guy jock in math class?" and you know exactly who they mean? That's how it is with Kendall and me. Kellen would be 'that one Christian guy who always pulls good grades out of his ass'. My enemy, Hillary Watkins, would be 'That whore with long blonde hair in my study hall'. Kendall would be 'the brunette who got hit by that car'. Did you know Kendall got hit by a car? Well, she was.

Who would I be? 'That girl who always says stupid things, stayed with him for a whole year and a half, and has scars all over her arms. What are they from anyways?'

He wasn't in school today. I keep calling his house, and I can't get a hold of him. He seemed so incredibly upset yesterday. He's not there, and I'm almost so desperate to know what's up, that I'd actually talk to Princess Meri.

If you read this, boy, call me.