Don't I have a knack for finding THE coolest pedophilia songs? You know I do.

So today. We have this debate in science, and I'm awesome at debates, but the other team kept saying "Well, how will we know whether or not cloning will work unless we try?" and they were all friends with the judge and jury, so they won. Oh, and did I mention the judge was D-l? Talk about a sessy judge.

But honestly now, is it worth killing hundreds of embryos and little people just to "try"? It's more serious than just that, kiddies. Well, I had the kickassiest statements, but I guess it just wasn't meant to be.

In second block, we had to pass these sheets of paper down the row. I got to give it to D-l. *grin* Okay, I'm lame, I know. We had to write down our home addresses on the paper and then pass it back up the row. I got to see his address! Hah, stalker much? Nah, I didn't look at it though. When he gave it to me, he, like, put it right by my neck instead of saying anything to me. I thought that was decidedly weird and shy on his part. Man, he's sexy. Even with a horrible cold. We laugh at the same jokes during class, and we both talk to the same people at the same time, but never to each other.

I'm becoming friends with this one guy. He's pretty funny, but very short and four-eyed and dorky. He's sorta the funny, weird, popular- 'cause-he's-loud guy. You know the type. Anyway, he always talks to me in computers (I told him George Bush was hot), and Math. We also make fun of each other a lot. Good times, I say. Speaking of Math, I sit right across from him. So I sit right in front of D-l, and right beside this acquaintance-guy. I'll be heartbroken when the seating plan changes at Halloween.

I'm not a big fan of weekends. I downright hate my mom and brother, and would rather be at school than near them.

My mom's such a bitch sometimes. She called me a little shit just because I yelled at my brother. Excuse me, isn't that what sisters are for? Damn her to hell, say I.

My ass hurts. I did lots of lunges yesterday, and lunges kill me. That's why I specialize on my abs and arms, because my lower body is a bitch to train. I have the lower legs (calves?) of a goddess, but my upper legs and hips are as out of shape as humanly possible. I'm so uneven. I'm a frickin' pear!

The guy I was talking about earlier made fun of this girl in my class that dresses like a dork, is quite odd, and is overly proud of the fact that she's 1/8 Native Canadian (I'm 3/4, but I don't wave a frickin' flag, for God's sakes). He said she dresses like a hippie, and I thought that wasn't very nice. It makes me feel good that I dress preppy and all awesome, because I know no one makes fun of me behind my back.

Third block, I was in a group with all the popular girls that didn't really talk to me last year. I felt so accepted amongst them. Maybe it's because I feel more self-confident, and dress better, and maybe it's because they like me more. I don't know, but it was a good feeling, being with the 'popular' girls and not freaking out.

D-l is playing football right now. At the school, and I'll bet the bleachers are full. My friends promised me we'd all go two weeks from now, since they're not having a game next week. I can't wait.

D-l has this adorable sweatshirt. It's a hoodie, and dark grey. On the front it has the name of the football team he's on, and it has his surname on the right sleeve. All the football players' girlfriends wear their boyfriends' sweatshirts, 'cause they're monogrammed so it's so cute. That sweater looks like it'd fit me like a glove. Hey, you never know... :D

And yeah. Tomorrow I'm going to a birthday party, and Sunday will be full of homework and laundry. Tonight is my 'stay home and watch horror movies' night, deemed by myself. There's Friday The 13th, Friday The 13th Pt. 2, and Friday The 13th Pt. 3. There's also Hollow Man. Have you seen The People Under The Stairs? It's awesome, and it's on, too. I'm not much of a scary movie fan, but I'd enjoy lifting weights while watching a truckload of horror films.

then + now