Monday

Dang. I dreamt that Liz has a massive stock of Tazo Zen tea that she was willing to share.

Not as good as I would have liked, but still nice.

Now I'm starting to hum .....

A dream is a wish your heart makes .....
When you're fast asleep .......

Nice song. Good memories attached to it.
Now if only I didn't have to go to school, UNLIKE _SOME_ PEOPLE!

Stinky ... *whoooooo*

You know what stinks?

My LOCKER. THAT'S what stinks! Four (count'em, FOUR) lunch bags containing various ROTTING used-to-be-edibles had to be removed from their Spring Break hibernation holes. The worst thing is that THEY WEREN'T EVEN MINE!

Jiggy, if you don't bring a good dosage of air freshener with you to school tomorrow, I'm locking YOU in there for a while. Trust me, you'll fit.

This whole day has been smelly. I mean, I open the fridge and check the milk; it stinks. I open my locker; it stinks and is gathering flies.

I go to Calculus and the whole room _somehow_ smells like a certain person that makes it _very_ difficult to concentrate on implied derivatives. You know who you are, Monseiur lePew.

Plus, I'm feeling sick. Literally and metaphorically. I'm rapidly compiling an application and portfolio for ACAD, needing to get the form in by the fifteenth of this month. I was panicked that I'd missed the fall application deadline, and nearly fainted with relief when a typo made them give me an extension.

I'm feeling sick in the physical sense; perhaps I've been having a bit too much Chinese food recently. I might be in need for some macaroni and cheese instead.

Plus, I was walking with Jiggy to the counselling hallway right after school, and we saw _him_. If you read her journal, I'll bet she's ranting about this, too. _Him_ being the guy that tried to kill himself and his girlfriend. One of our close friends tried to commit suicide a few months ago and is in a mental institution (we hear from her every now and then, thank god), and _he_ is back at school in less than a month?! After threatening others as well on that same night?!

*snarl* Damn him! How dare he?! How dare they?!

growl.


I got a guitar pick from Charles today. There's one probem solved. If only the others were so easy.

One step at a time. One obstacle at a time. Breathe.

Forty five days.
Five hundred forty six hours and two thirds ....
Thirty two thousand seven hundred ninety nine minutes .....
One million nine hundred sixty seven thousand nine hundred forty seconds .... by _my_ watch anyways ....