She thinks she's baddass, the way she paints her nails black and puts her hair up in a ponytail on the top of her head. She's nothing more than a bitchy prep in her jeans and white cotton babydoll shirt. Fucking whore. Stay away...

I wonder how Dan is. I haven't seen him since Friday or talked to him since Sunday night. Val says we're going to go see him at West's Band-O-Rama. I really hope we can go, but with pit orchestra for musical and us entere hell week, it's starting to look shaky.

Linton and I haven't had a real conversation since Homecoming. Apparently a couple of girls and a guy were getting it on in the back seat of his truck. They got cum on his seats.

I just don't understand. He's so serious lately. Maybe it's hitting him that he won't be coming back next fall and he's a senior. He has to buy his cap and gown this week. That might be it, but why do I doubt it so much?

Four days until Kendall moves. I've been working on a poem which is commemorating our friendship. It's going slowly. I don't know if I'll have it done.

I'm looking at new flutes online and this little one, is the one it looks like I'll end up getting. I already have a name picked out for her if it happens to be mine. I'll release the name when she's mine.

Ciao.