April 01, 2003 - 4:42 p.m.
I'm counting down the days to Bebop. I can taste it.
I don't feel like talking. I don't feel like talking about how April, Sarah, and Britney are basically ignoring Mary, Catherine, and I. I'm not talking about it, because I don't care. I never did.
I don't feel like talking about how worried I am about the upcoming Stuco elections, or about how I'm shitting my pants about my B+ in Health. I'm not going to talk about how one point would move me up to an A.
I'm not going to talk about how I'm stressing myself out, or about how lazy and unproductive I am. That would all be a repition of everything I've said before.
Someone save me from this monotony.
