"If you need to picture me naked,

it's cool." BEST COMMERCIAL EVER! I love, love, love this commercial. I think I laugh times eighty million every time. Oh, man. Commercials really aren't that bad. I don't see why people complain. On the whole, I like them.

I had two peanut butter sandwiches. Also, I realized I think Amanda Bynes is really funny and she is cracking me up on What I Like About You. Oh, man. Too, too much. Can not take it, haha. I don't know what is going on with me. I am laughing almost constantly. Guess who might be going to Elizabeth's! Me!

My schedule is weird. I don't know how much it will change because they accidentally put me in Latin 1. We shall see.

I have the same dream a lot.

I just don't like being compared to the ugly cat. I don't understand. Hurts my feelings. Oh, well.

Not many people look for the reason behind why people did things. They just look at the fact that they did it. And sure, that may be wrong, but it still happens. So that's that, and people leave, and sure they were never really that close if they left in the first place, but I would rather have someone not get so close and stay than get that close and leave.

You need to call me because Andrea has informed me of the plans tomorrow and I called your telephono but got no answer and I'm about to be picked up to go to Elizabethan's so I shall talk to you then!

I just got back from my grandma's house. It was nice. I got over there about eight o'clock and I read a bit and we watched Notting Hill and it was really good as always and then I read more and went to bed around midnight, and best part, I slept for ten hours and thirty minutes. I woke up this morning about ten thirty. I woke up a couple of times during the night but nothing at all and I just fell back asleep. It was nice. Anyways, today my grandma and I went and saw Juno. It was really good. I liked it. So did Memaw. I've been wearing the same thing since Thursday. I should probably change. Oh, well.

I hope you are feeling better. Memaw gives you her best wishes too and asked if you needed to sleep in her water bed, and it made me laugh really hard and she hit my shoulder and called me unsympathetic. Lies! I am very sympathetic to your condition and I hope you get well soon. Which you will. All in good time.

I wonder if we are going to end up keeping Diego. Weird.

So if I do kill someone for no reason, you wouldn't like me. But aren't I still me? If I kill someone, that doesn't change you. Or does it? I think it just changes how people percieve you. When someone finds out something about you, no matter how big or small it is, their view of you changes. You can't stop that. I just think that's weird. If you murdered someone, I don't think I would really care that much. That sounds really heartless, I suppose. I don't really know how to put it. I'd still be your friend. I'd still invite you over and ask your sister to get on Webkinz. It wouldn't change anything for me. But you said you wouldn't be my biggest fan. I don't understand why. Because I did something bad? Well, isn't a sin is a sin is a sin? But not really, because we put degrees to them. Hence two years in jail for not paying your parking tickets versus the death penalty for murdering some guy. I just don't get it. Murderers aren't bad people, I don't think. I don't think anyone is a bad person. I just think there are bad things. Bad experiences leading to bad feelings which can lead to illogical actions. I just don't get it. Arg.

Your dad knows what he's talking about. He seems reasonably successful and he certainly isn't stupid. I'm not an artist. I'm just myself. I'd never call myself anything, so I don't really know, actually. Maybe Herron isn't that great. You probably are better than what it is. Sure our scores aren't impressive, but everyone is doing better than they were, and that counts for something, surely? I'm as proud of my improvement as much as my lack of self-confidence allows. I do know for a fact I'm glad to not be where I was two/three years ago, especially in the academic sense. I know I'm not where I could be, maybe even where I should be, but it's more than I was and I think that should be considered. For everyone. Maybe you aren't improving. But it isn't all about academics, it's about you and taking what you are and improving on that, or becoming more of what you are. I think that's more of what high school should be about than grades. But I'm only sixteen, who knows if I'll still think that ten years down the road.

My soul has temporarily died. Kidding.

I'll be alright, Audrey.

Everyone does leave, Audrey, and I'll continue to argue this with you. Sometimes they come back, sometimes they don't. Sometimes they come back and leave fifty million times, sometimes they don't. All in good time, everyone leaves. Whether because of you or for themselves. I just want to meet two people, friends, lovers, whatevers, that have stayed together for fifty years and are still happy. I don't understand why it's so hard. I don't understand why people leave. I've never met anyone and felt like I wanted to give up on them. I've been weary of people, sure, but never to that point. It just makes me sad.

I don't understand love at all. Not at all. Why question it? Why try to explain it? That might make who you love leave. I think love is real when you just know it. I think that's really it. I think people fall in love a lot more than they think they do. Or they know they have, but they just don't consider it. It's in the back of their mind. Or you don't want to know that you have so you completely block it out, but you still know it. It's still there. I don't know if this makes sense to you, but that's what I think about love.

Who knew that matches were called lucifers? We did, as of yesterday.

People are so strange. Life is so strange. Music is so strange. Good job to people who can get the timing right.

But why would you want to know who loves you and who doesn't when you could very well end up alone? To me the prospects are too scary. Sure, no one will ever get the full you, because you'll always be too scared, and maybe that's holding a lot back and not good at all, but I'd rather not be fully extroverted and alone than introverted and with someone. Maybe that's a huge issue, but that's that.

I don't really think I have a problem being forgiving. I have a problem of not knowing what's good for me. I wish I thought well enough of myself to know what is good for me. I don't really understand myself, or anything for that matter when it comes down to it. So I just kind of fold where people tell me to fold and hide when I don't feel like facing anything. I know that's not admirable in any form, and I wish people wouldn't admire me. Sure, I may be a likeable person, but I'm not admirable. I'm not brave, I'm not honest. I just say what I feel like I can say at the time and move on. Except not move on, it all kind of stays in my head, all the time. Once I heard someone say a good person is not measured upon how many good things they do, but how much guilt they feel. I don't think that's right. I don't think if you don't feel guilty you are worse off than anyone else. I think you are quite alright, and I admire you for being able to do that, because guilt controls a lot of me, and it'd be nice to be free from that.

"You see, I, uh, well, I, just..." the Ticketmaster tried to find an excuse as to why her wallpaper on her cell phone was still the Ragpicker's face. It was really obvious, but who wants to admit to the truth. "Well, you see, I just, I forgot how to change it." The Ragpicker saw right through this and smiled. "Okay." "Do you have anything to do today?" the Ticketmaster asked, obviously hinting at hoping they'd get to spend more time together. "Yes," the Ragpicker replied, but in a regretful tone that made the Ticketmaster take the rejection a bit easier. The Ticketmaster decided to go ahead and take the chance of being annoying and around to much and asked, in an obviously eager tone, "Well, can I come?"

Okay, new list. How about three things you wish you were really good at. They can be whatever, of course, no restrictions. Go on, now. I hope your day has been well. I'll probably be calling you later to ask about Algebra, but I'm kind of scared to do this because I don't want you to be sleeping. I have to go fix Memaw's phone and buy some art supplies but then I shall be home to work on my homework. I thought your Adidas pants were mine and I was really confused because they felt so different, then I remembered you had left your things here and they were yours. So that's the end of my fun story.

Good day, Audrey Elizabeth.

I have quite fancy socks on.