Bones collide.

Audrey, I'm fine, really, and if I'm not, will be. "Possibly later, possible not," but in this case, it will be eventual. We do have Algebra 2 together. Also, I am taking honors this time around. We will see how that goes.

Diego is the one Emily said looks like me. I find that kind of mean because he is the ugliest of them all. He's scrawny and has weird ears. Thanks? We have to give them names that have to do with the Super Bowl because the animal shelter is having this event in two weeks called the Puppy Bowl and everything (including the animals) has to be Super Bowl themed. This is the only time it will be like that.

Audrey I think you're great just because most everything you do is great, or you atleast put 83832 hours of effort into it. I wouldn't stop thinking you were great if you got an F, or if you decided to take a nap for a week instead of doing something. I don't expect anything out of you (if that sounds mean it's not supposed to). I just, I don't know. Don't feel pressured because I think highly of you, I guess. But then again, I always do, so what I suppose I can't really say anything.

I hate when people say there is nothing you could do that would get me to not like you. Wrong. I know plenty of things I could do to have people not like me. It's just all about self-control I guess.

But your dad thinks I'm stupid. I guess he's kind of right, though. I barely have any common sense or book knowledge. I'm proud of B's, what is that? It's not like I can prove otherwise.

I've eaten. Stop worrying about me, really. I'm fantastic.

I'm sorry my last post was so hateful and sarcastic. I've had a problem admiring the world lately. But you, you need to admire the world and all it's glory. So you be happy, okay?

I don't think Heath Ledger killed himself. I don't think suicide is easy. I think it's easy for people to say it's easy, but really, I think that'd be the hardest thing to do.

We were mocked in theatre class. Stephanie and Taylor did an interpretation of us. Taylor (me) told Stephanie (you) she loved her and was nuzzling and then all Stephanie (you) said in return was "Thanks." The hearthache.

I feel hate because I don't want to hate. I just hate getting so involved that it hurts, and I hate being hurt, and I hate showing I'm hurt but I'm a horrible liar and I'm horrible at being indifferent. I want to yell. I want to sleep easy. I want to stop staring at the same spot of my ceiling when I lie down and I want things, once I think them, to go away just for a little bit. I want things to get better and easier, just for a little bit. I want someone to hold my hand and my head and let me sleep for a couple of hours. I want someone to stay. That's what I want. Instead I will organize my math binder.

I don't know what keeps me caring. Love? But who even knows what that is? Not I, not I. The human mind is very complex. Certainly makes for a good story.

It's hard that nothing is refutable. It's scary, really. You can't go back on anything. Should you tell people about your past? Is it necessary? What if it's bad? Sure, if they love you regardless, that's good, that's really good. But, you know, they could very well leave. They could think you're weird and crazy and not see what's worth sticking around and what do you do with that? I suppose what you do with everything, pick up and move on, but what if that's what keeps you right at the line of okay, these people that stay. Maybe you know they don't love you unconditionally, but that's better than having no one.

The Ticketmaster layed her head on the Ragpicker's conversationable stomach and smiled as she listened to it's odd gurgles and babbles. They found the regular constellations like Orion's Belt and The Big/Little Dipper, and made up there own, like the Space Heater, and the St. Bernard. The Ticketmaster didn't speak for awhile and she heard the familiar snoring of the Ragpicker. The Ragpicker hadn't taken her Zyrtec, so although she couldn't breathe, she didn't turn far away. The Ticketmaster fell into the best sleep she had since the last time they had been together.

My Pet Peeves
1. Repetitive Noise - like when people continuously knock or bang on something, over and over. It kills me.
2. Pacifiers - They make my teeth hurt and make me shudder.
3. Really Loud Noises - That just make you cringe and hurt your head.

Now you go, Auds.

I got a bunch of posters for Schools 4 Schools and such today. We are going to have a meeting next week, the day is undecided. Friday, if you aren't doing anything, I think I'm going ice skating and stuff with Andrea and Sara Swan and you are supposed to come along, if you want. I'm going to go organize my math binder now. Do something. I hope you are feeling better. I would call you and ask you personally, but I don't want to wake you up (again). Hope you are doing well, or atleast better. Good night.

Don't worry about me smiling, Auds. You smile.