Thriller

Yeah, what you critics said would never happen.
We dedicate this album to anybody people said couldn't make it.
To the fans that held us down till everybody came around:
Welcome. It's here.

Stuck in my head ALL DAY.

You know what would be like an awesome theme for my bedroom? If the walls were painted white and then every time I felt like it I could just take a marker or paintbrush and write something on the wall. Lyrics, poems, sayings, whatever. That would be great.

Yesterday kind of sucked because I was on crutches, which are really hard to move around in. And the totally stupid thing was, I would go to english, and we would have to walk to the library. Then I would go to spanish, and we had to walk to the computer lab. And I have to wear my ugly nerd backpack until it gets easier for me to put pressure on my ankle.

After school I went to my locker to get my sweatshirt. Guess who I saw there. Oh, yes, Connor. And no, I did not talk to him, smile at him, or have any physical contact with him at all. I opened my locker and saw him look at me. Then some paper that was stuffed in there flew out so I had to pick it up. Then I dropped my lock and had to pick it up. All the while in my nerdy backpack.


Today was boring also, surprise surprise. School was, anyway. After school I went to the JV guys waterpolo game against Poway. Heh.. Sadly, we lost. Connor plays waterpolo too, OMGNOWAY. I'm hoping, maybe, just maybe, if I'm around him enough and he sees me enough then he'll start talking to me. Or maybe not.

Freshman class council needs someone to design the class shirts. I really want to, because that's just plain awesome. I get to use my graphic arts skillz, woo. It has to be voted on though, so I really hope mine is good.