So I'm writing this essay, right? [It's not really an essay, but fuck that.] When it was about half way done, around 3, I e-mailed it to my teacher to see if it was okay. [My friends said her suggestions really helped because they were super specific, and I needed help.] So then I get home and wait for the e-mail. I don't wanna continue what I had if it's messed up. I wait. I talk to my mom and help my sister with her math homework. I wait. I order two Nancy Drew games off Target's website. I wait. I try to figure out how to find the balance of my debit card online. I wait. Finally, at like 6:50, she e-mails me back. The e-mail is like three words. "This looks good." I like the teacher, don't get me wrong, but I'm slightly annoyed. =( Ah well. School's not my favorite thing - though I'm excited for tomorrow: driving to school, getting out early, getting picked up by one of my best friends. I should shower and work on my essay and go to sleep. I've been so tired... Thinking about him sucks.

It's hard to act casual when you're talking about something you feel so passionately about. I need to get my guitar tuned...

I don't love school or TAI's new CD, but whatever. I'll live. :)