::blinks:: The sheer cute-ness (and obscene amount of paw prints) on this page scares me. Still like to go to it though.

I'm confused. Some people say one thing about one particular person, whilst others say exactly the opposite. So I'm lost. Does he or does he not have a boyfriend (and if so, did he really break up with him)? Juvenile ramblings I know. Can't say much else on the subject.

School photos today. Didn't really like the experience since it was so early in the morning. I fear that I blinked for my photo and seeing how retakes for those always get buggered... I'm screw-ed. However... back in the classroom after the whole schmuck, I'm working on my classwork when this guy who sits 2 seats behind me walks past me to go get papers. Granted, the guy's cute. However, the cologne he was wearing just made him so damned sexy. (at this point I say boo! to Nikki for getting to have him all weekend long)

World H was uneventful to say the least. Lizzy was drawing on the whiteboard, Joey latched onto her waist and barking at anyone who commented on the pic (good or bad remarks), Taylor simulating an egg cracking on the back of Eric's head, Ms. H plugging the sophmore class shirts since Ford knows we need money in our account badly, and Claire wondering where fellow bosom-buddy Leilani was. After the test we took on Ancient Egypt and Mesopotamia, Lauren snatched the issue of XY in my backpack and started looking through it.

Chemistry was so effing easy. This is testament to my teacher's sheer disability for teaching; we're taking a test today on metric conversion, my sis' class is already finishing up the table of elements. After the test we had a free period till the bell rang. People at my table played Scrabble (I got Vee and Dyke at one point; told her that and she was so happy) while a bunch of others on the other side of the room put on some rap music. Luckily I had my handy dandy CD player with me so I was cruising to Tori Amos instead. Later, someone brought a tape of M. Jackson's newest video so we watched that.

Lunch... boring. People (attempted) singing in the cafeteria were very very disappointing.

... got to go. cutting it short.