He says that his friend programmed it in. Well, he might have, but I wonder why he had his friend do it . . . hmmmmmmmmm.

Anyway, Sam is dissing everything I like. He's been dissing Ben Folds Five - which I am listening to. Ha! But he admitted that Ben Folds is a good pianist. You have to be to play the piano solo in Song for the Dumped - which, again, I am listening to. (By the way, I got my dad into Ben Folds Five. Yay!!!!)

Anyway, stuff. Tired. Gotta go shower and then bedtime!!

By the way, I am going to be making this friends only from now on. Sorry!

Crap! Have a stupid essay due, and some math shit, and reading for global, and I have to type something up for health, the most useless class of all!!!!

Pigeon, however, is happy that I finished my entry.

But I digress.

I have to finish this paragraph for my idiotic English essay. Great Expectations is SUCH a boring book! Sure, it gets exciting for the last quarter, but if a book takes 360 pages to pick up, it's not a good book.

And Graham STILL won't give me the picture!!!!!!!! Must call him. Calling. Lala. He's not picking up!!!! He sucks. No, I don't want to leave a message, I want the picture!

Aaugh! Stepped on a plastic toy last night when I was doing laundry. My foot still REALLY HURTS!!!! Also, my brother had hockey this morning at 5:30, so guess who else got up. That's right! ME!!!!!!!!

Went to Pigeon's after school because fencing started at 4:45. We played a snowboarding game which, obviously, I was horrible at. Still fun though. I used my video game husband who talked about Buddha a lot. Yay!!!! Also ate granoooola bars!!!! Afterwards, when my granola bar high wore off, I went to fencing and fenced Kittens, Stephen, and Michelle (the first two of whom I beat after they violated me with their blades. Blah!!!!)

There are a lot of exclamation marks in this entry. Oh bad!!!!

Much fun. Sore. Foot, as I've said before, hurts. Pigeon is pestering me to finish this entry. Oh, well. Also, I need to get the picture of my cat from Grahama. He ran away. He doesn't want to give my picture of Hannah-poo even though she is the best cat in the world. Speaking of whom, where is she?

My kitty is SO CUTE!!!!

THANK YOU KENNETH!!!!!!!!!!!! NO MORE TELLING YOU TO MARRY XIXI (well, maybe, but not for the rest of the day).

Helping Julia pick out a sweater for her dog. Harder than it looks. They're all horrible. There was a Sherlock Holmes one, an old lady cardiganish one, a poufy dress, an 80's-ish one, and one that looked like a shoe. I don't think it was supposed to. There was one that looked like a suit, which I found hilarious. The jean jacket was cute too, but it had no warmth.

The dog sweaters are not satisfactory. At all. She is probably going to get a simple black one that looks like a whatchamacallit. Can't place what it looks like.

Oh bad.

Must go back to essay.

Once again, THANK YOU KENNETH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!