9.8.2003
 
My stressors are killing me. I was ready to wring Catherine's neck this morning since I had to get to school at a relatively early hour, and she decided to burn a CD of songs for student council AT THE LAST POSSIBLE MOMENT. Normally I just bring out the "I effing told you to do this before," but this time the stress got to me and I started laughing hysterically for a while. No real reason.

So yes.

Stress level peaked during lunch so I hauled ass to the student store to chat/flirt with DJ while I got some mini M&M's for Emily. We went on and on about miscellaneous stuff including: Vlad from CAMP, this cute kid with a bleached mohawk, school thus far, the evil that is Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Shitcoat, etc. Much fun.

We drew feet in Art. Joy. HAN, Athenas,... this other kid whose name I can't remember (he entered our class this year), and I were sitting in the hallway having a foot orgy. Very funny stuff.

I... need to do stuff... Oh yeah! Practice for piano. One problem: my right wrist is hurting painfully. Urgh.

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