Are you restless like me?

"These walls are paper thin and everyone hears every little sound."

That is so my house.

I have soup. It has green beans. It is not such good food.

Wood shop is just flat out uncomfortable. No, I won't smile. Maybe I should do what Danny suggested and start talking about "my boyfriend," but that has some flaws. One) someone doesn't have to like me to annoy me, and two) I don't like to lie and I'm not very good at it. I guess I'll just have to sit it out and see what happens. Maybe if I'm rude or something he'll get the picture. But I don't know how to handle the other problem in that class, my stalker. I hope he just doesn't show up anymore or something. I was so freaked when I walked over to the class and saw him and the other kid I had to walk Mamed halfway to class before I went inside with Danny. Things like this make me VERY uncomfortable. I can't stand people looking at me.

Oh, ew, vanilla coke and chicken soup do not mix.

Anyway, Christina and I agree that Mr. Fregeau is like a math robot who is slowly developing emotions and a very dry sense of humor. I was writing stuff down, like notes to myself kind of, and I drew a picture of him as a math robot and Christina laughed at me.

Lately I've been writing things down during class, in the same way I write things here. It's not that I need to write it to remember I just like writing things. I like describing things that are going on and I like to try to put what I'm thinking into sentences. In chemistry I made a seating chart without any names, I just put a very brief description of each person, maybe I'll scan it later. Now I have to go do my homework.

I typed this whole thing with my fingernails.