Interesting shit:

-If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee. (Hardly seems worth it.)
-If you farted consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb. (Now that's more like it!)
-The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet.
-A pig's orgasm lasts for 30 minutes (Hot damn! I'll be a pig in my next life!)
-A cockroach will live for 9 days with it's head cut off, and only then will it die....of starvation. (Not over the pig yet.)
-Banging your head against the wall burns 150 calories an hour (Don't try at home. How about work or school?)
-The male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body. The female initiates sex by ripping the male's head off. ("Honey, I'm home. What the....?!")
-The flea can jump 350 times its body length. It's like a human jumping the length of a football field. (30 minutes... lucky pig... can you imagine??)
-Butterflies taste with their feet. (Good to know.)
-Strongest muscle in the body ISN'T THE HEART. T'is the tongue. (Hehehehe.)
-Some lions mate 50 times a day. (Damn the pig...)
-Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people. (If you're ambidextrous, do you split the difference?)
-A cat's urine glows under a black light. (I wonder who was paid to figure this out.)
-An ostrich's eye is bigger than it's brain. (Like some one I know.)
-Starfish has no brains. (Know people like that too.)
-Polor bears are left handed. (If they switch, will they live longer?)
-Humans and dolphins are the only animals that have sex for pleasure. (Not the pig?)

Zavy kissed me again yesterday. It was on the head again, but I felt a little weak after this time. It could have been the way I was sitting.

My mood was through the roof. I was so hyper and happy. I even shoved around an underclassman. I was on cloud-fucking-nine. I got to lunch and ended up fighting the urge to cut my wrists. Ariana looked over to Princess Meri and said, "Hey Stephanie, shit, I mean Merideth. Sorry."

I was very hurt. It sounds so petty, and yet it hurt more than words can explain. I'm so stupid. I'm jealous.

I don't want to hate my life anymore. I don't want to cut my wrists or try to OD on Ibuprofen. I need help. Professional help. Taken some place where I have no access what-so-ever to anything sharp. Whenever I get upset and have no razor accessable, I go into the fucking bathroom and take apart a shaving razor. (I prefer my Dad's because they're sharper. My razors aren't since women's hair is finer than a mans, so they need sharper razors.)

Once a cheater, always a cheater.

My mom is destroyed I'm not going to Farewell Freshmen. Whenever she asks me why, my eyes tear and I 'remember' something I have to do in my room. (Normally, it's to remember I have to cry.)

"You don't need a date Steph! You can even just go with a friend if you think you need someone to go with!"

"No friends, and the one friend I'd think might even possibly go with me, won’t go. He doesn’t see me that way.” I said.

“I don’t understand you Stephanie! You’re obsessed! Let it go! It’s been a year!” She said to me.

“No one does!” I said blinking rapidly.

If someone asked me, I’ll go. But I know I won’t be asked. Now if Dennis were in 9th grade, I’d ask him…but he’s in 8th. I’m pitiful.