I guess I'll start with Tuesday.

Well, the test didn't go so well. I mean, we bombed. . . . .bad. . . .think of it as WWIII.

We recovered, though, so, no laps. heh.

Wednesday was OKAY--not really interesting, but, then again, not really boring either. We worked on the last number and stuff with our instructor. She says what we were doing good, but it wasn't the hardest thing in the world.

Today was fun. There was the Pep rally, so we performed, but, unlike every other person in my school, I didn't have to sit through it. We played Pink Panther 'cause that is the only song them people can appreciate. Mother fuckers.

Common-dit on fuck off en francais? < --I wonder what Mme Richter would say to that... She's always encouraging for us to speak en francais en classee.....heh

After school, we sat around, played a little, and fooled around. There was really nothing else to do. . . .

Andrew forgot all about me from Camp. We went to the YMCA together, and he asked me to do the Marriage booth with him one year. (He now denies it.) I remember me and Jarred would do that for the 7up and fake ring. . . heehee. . . . Gosh, I miss that.

The whole "Chris" thing is getting to me. Everything he said to me was basically thrown out the window. All because of her, too. All because she cried and suckered this shit to start up again... Now they are like how they were last school year. Kissing in the halls, infront of my locker, it makes me want to scream. I think I will. Everytime they are together, it is like a car wreck for me, I shouldn't be watching, but I can't.

He actually used to call. He actually used to IM me and talk to me in the hallways. I used to have a best friend--but when has that ever last?!

It just proves that I am not worth anyone's time.

So, yeah, that is my last three days in a nutshell. YAY!

Buh byes!





Unfinished Fanfiction
Digimon 02, three years after.

He was about to pull his hair from his head and scream, mostly in frustration than anything. He would pull and scream until he screamed in pain and pulled to drown out the noise. It was a vicious cycle that was getting the best of him and he could do nothing about it but think about self mutilation. And there they were. Happy. Together. Carrying on as if he wasn't there. It's not like it wasn't a public place. The fact that that was his locker didn't seem to change anything. But she was happy, and that was what he wanted.

So Ken and Yolei didn't work out. They were young, it wasn't like they started going out in hopes of getting married (even though Yolei's siblings pushed the matter daily). They were happy together and that was all that mattered to them at the time. That died--fast--and they broke up after five months.

Yolei and Izzy were going into their fifth month, and going strong at that. She even casually played with the necklace Izzy gave her as she talked to Kari and Sora about some girlie thing that Ken tuned out when he listened to her. Did that even work?

"I don't wanna go to gym," Davis groaned, throwing his books next to Ken and taking a seat next to the genius. "I hate basketball. It's too early in the morning for gym. It's too cold in their, too. Why do we have to have gym?"

"That is why I went to the weight room," Ken mumbled, pushing stray hairs behind his ears. Pulling his headphones to his ears, telling Davis that his mood was one for socializing. Davis nudged Ken, getting him to look back up, catching Yolei and Izzy falling over each other as they laughed. That split second was enough to make Ken frown.

That frown was enough to make Davis know what was going on with his best friend. "Hey, do you think you two can get a friggen room?" he snapped at them, causing Yolei to flip an obscene gesture toward him and for Izzy to laugh.

As soon as the bell rang, Ken was power walking to his first period class, shoving his hands into his green jacket.

It's unfinished and I wanna do more with it, but I like it--so far. I don't thgink there are any errors, none that I can pick up, but I wrote it in an email 'cause I didn't install WordPerfect into it.

Think of it as an autobiography. hehe. The last five fanfictions I made were all about muah. heh.