Meh. People are slowly discovering I have this journal. Poo. That means they can read my horrible poetry. Gross. Ah well. Sucks to be me I guess. LAALALLALALA. Teresa knows I like Scott, she doesn't seem to be...I dunno. I don't know how I expected her to react. Ah well. You know, I'm crazy, so what does it matter. Crap. I have to go babysit for 9 hours. I'd better get paid -really- well or I'll be SO pissed off. Seriously. 5 kids for like 9 hours. AGH! Why did I agree?! I should have just said my mom wouldn't let me. I don't wanna! AH!!! Oh well then I'll have money. Amy you are so messed up. I will not get a date to homecoming. So stop playing with me. You are more likely to. HAHA. Anyways. Good bye.