I kinda forgot where on the internet this is. But I found it. It only took nearly 2 months. School continues to grate foward one nauseating step at a time with a few breaks provided by the comings and goings of the INTELLIGENT life. As in the majority of my classmates couldn't find their *coughcoughfootballplayingcheerleadingcoughcough* asses with a detailed map written in their lingua franca AOL sp33k. Honestly. This is why I take French. But I don't get to French 3 until next semester. Damn. But I like last lunch. The band kids all squeeze together at this table that just isn't big enough. Some people have dispersed to sit with their non-band friends *GASP* but its still all the way full. Well, its either the bandies or the goth squad. And the bandies don't openly stare at my chest. Usually. Woah dang. Whenever I write private entries that kinda bash people who I'm pissed at (which is why, incidentally, they are private) they always start out DEAR *offender's name here* I miss Camp Ernst. And I hate it when people who you don't even know snark at you when you post on here. Its bloody annoying. And I hate it when the one person you like and want has no clue who you are sometimes. But thats ok. It has to be.