Thursday, September 02, 2004 / 6:23 PM
people always want to know how my day went. it was plain. my dad wants me to think that school is exciting. ugh. but let's forget that. i've come to think that mr. o'brien's room is my home-room, just because it's become so familiar to me. biology, astronomy, geology, standing there with shane watching skippy on deviantart and neopets, and once in a while passing a note or two, billy showing me flcl wallpapers and throwing pens at each other, brain busters, knowledge masters, and now it's zoology. that is the vague version of my history in mr. o'brien's room. things in there remind me of my past feelings. they are bad, bad. why am i having emotional connections with school? run away!!!! i keep smelling something odd, like a person, but it's not me. i think there is a ghost stalking me.
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