Dear Journal:

Is it snowing outside or is that dandruff? And the answer to today's pop quiz is ... NO! That's just Anton's dandruff. And if I have to stare, one more fucking day at the back of his nasty head, I will go insane.

Today was the "quit date" and did I succeed? Wait, here's a nobrainer: Do bears shit in the woods? You answer that one.

Brandon (what a FAG) kept staring at me in sixth hour today. Though I didn't see him constantly doing it because I ignored them most of the hour (99% of it atleast), but I felt their beedey little eyes showing their disgruntling presence all around me and myself. I'm the center of their universe and Damn does it feel GOOD.

Anyways. I am deathly tired. Good night.

PS: I'm gonna start smoking regularly I think... It seems to be "the in thing".