This is kinda surreal. I'm sitting in a college library and coincidentally, next to Rick. It's kinda fun to look over at him, typing in random things, and I really wonder what he's writing, and wonder if it's of any use to me.

I'm certainly dressed like I belong here today. No Rick, I don't want to listen to your music! But anyway, today's outfit consists of mostly black. Anyway who cares?

I keep on thinking about that skeleton and how I really insisted a decoration hung itself.

It's a damp and dreary day. If today wouldn't have been so good it'd be a suicide night. Or atleast attempted, but it was good day. The weekend is coming, by some stroke of good fortune I finished my homework by first hour and it wasn't incomplete or late, the rain/snow stopped when we went outside to march, lunch consisted of cheese sticks, soda, and candy, I got out of work early and it was pretty nice, then dad proceeded to drop me off here! It's more fun than staying at home and boring myself until death parts from my body.

Getting over dramatic, my cue to leave.