skanky (aka brian w.) is going to try to help me with my math problem that is awful and EVIL tomorrow during lunch. yaaay. let's all bow down and worship skanky. i hate math. baaaaah. i feel like i'm not making sense when i explain the problem to brian. because i'm kind of stupid... so i'm not sure if i'm even explaining the situation right... but he says he gets it... but he could be lying, because i said i'd do ANYTHING if he figured this out for me....


you know who i never see anymore? (you could insert ANY one of my friends' names here and be correct... which is REALLY sad. i miss everyone SO much...) anywho... nic. i NEVER see nic any more. like, not even in the hallway... or driving, i used to see him driving ALL the time. *sniffle* nic, if you're reading this. i miss yooooou.


i hate school. and i hate what it's doing to me right now. it sucks. and i hate what it's doing to rob. it's really frusterating. i'm so tired.... i'm so strung out... i'm lonely (like i said... i miss my friends)... i really just want to get done with everything... get good grades... and have the summer to work and go to KC, and just hang out with my friends. i miss everyone (don't worry rob, you're one of my friends... this doesn't all mean i want to hang out with them and not you. please don't get all paranoid.) *sigh sigh sigh*


i'm going to go work on lines for case of the crushed petunias, since we're presenting tomorrow. and i *think* i know them all.... but those are famous last words.