Today I really don't feel like being in this class. I usually don't mind, and nothing particular happened that is making me agitated, but I just want to go to third period and get to lunch. I'm hungry, and I want to be able to discuss things with people- no one talks in here.

I'm tired because I stayed up too late. Shocker, huh? I tried to go to bed around midnight, which is bad, but not too awful bad, but then I stayed up and watched The Breakfast Club and then got back on the computer for a little bit because I couldn't fall asleep. I'm in love with that movie, especially since it's an '80's film. It's amazing. Molly Ringwald is one of my heroes. She plays as Amy's mother in The Secret Life of the American Teenager, and I'm in complete infatuation with that show.


So... I just sneezed and the entire class said "Bless you". It was kind of awkward. Just thought I'd share that with you; let you giggle a little bit.

It's only 10:30 and we don't get out of here until 11:15, AND we have Advisory today. I am not excited. I want to go to third period already! This class bores me, and I would give anything to be able to go to lunch right now. I think I'm going home with Elise today after school. We'll probably chill at Kimmie's. Oh, that reminds me, funny story. Elise and Kimmie are in chorus, right? Well, all the chorus groups were invited to go bowling Saturday night, and we went. I went with them, even though I'm not part of chorus. I love Mr. Ousley. But anyways, so we were leaving the bowling alley, and I left my purse! Thank God I had my phone, but everything else was in my purse. I called Madisen (Forehand) and asked her if she'd keep it for me until Monday, because she's in my third period. She agreed to do that and I was all relaxed and relieved.. until I realized that my diary was in there. If she read my journal, she will here all about a certain someone and my "obsession" for him... I pray she didn't read it, because if she did, she'd probably tell him. I don't think she did though because the pen was exactly the way I left it, and I also don't think she looked through my purse and/or realized that it was a diary. Let's hope not.

I put my truthbox back up on MySpace. That may seem random and unimportant, but it just makes me think about the meaning of "truth", and what truth does to people. We all seem to ask for the truth, but only want to hear it if it is boosting our confidence. I am the same way. I am not very skilled at handling the truth, unless it's something good about me- and that is a horrible trait in which I need to change. Change is another terrifying word to me. I am afraid of change, yet it always seems to be lurking around in my life.


"... and these children that you spit on as they try to change their worlds are immune to your consultations. They're quite aware of what they're going through..."
-David Bowie, opening credits of The Breakfast Club