I’m typing this in Biology lab–everybody’s gone and we got this strange handout with all these URLs on it. Nobody’s here and I didn’t have the cohones to talk to Mr. Mize. I loathe talking with people. And it would have just been a sob story anyway. Ah, here he is. Not many people are in the lab. I think everybody left. This is a cool computer, it has an adjustable keyboard tray and a flat screen. It’s attached to our lab station. Hmm…I talked to Molly today, we kind of touched on Daniela. I’m having a weirdness with Daniela. I think she’s running from her problems to take English 1B in Eureka simply because she doesn’t like Molly. Well, I shouldn’t judge. Maybe Molly really is crazy and Daniela has had some experiences I haven’t had, although I’ve known Molly the exact same amount of time Daniela’s known her, and I don’t think Molly is crazy at all. Talkative? Yes. Manipulative? Maybe. But definitely not crazy. Everybody has character flaws. I know I definitely have my fair share. Hm, my lab partners are back. We were lamenting earlier about the horribly uncomfortable lab stools. They are very hard metal and almost impossible to adjust. Mr. Mize just came over and embarassed me. I must go.

I haven’t posted in a week. I guess I just don’t care about blogging any more. So I’m going to die without a record of what happened in my life. So I’ll just let every day slip past until the day I die. Who cares. I wanted to talk to my Biology teacher today about my grade, but I couldn’t. Freud would say that I’m afraid of my dad. And I am. I hope my dad dies sometime soon, maybe then I’ll be more proactive. Went to Nicole’s BBQ bonfire party at the beach, it was really fun. Eric is so hot. I had a dream I had sex with him. He dyed his hair black, it looks so good. I had a few drinks and said some things that pissed Jordan off, but that was inevitable. Um–what else happened. Oh, I got some black dye and dyed some old shirts of my dad’s black. I’m wearing one today. I’m going to go try to talk to Mr. Mize again.