Dear Journal:

The date is title for my quit date. But am I going to quit? Who knows. I'm not sure. I told Bevie that I would be contacting my doctor in order to get help with quitting. I'm not sure what to do. I cannot afford the patches right now, but I can ALWAYS afford cigarettes. It's not fair. So I'm going to talk to him because I know he HAS to keep it confidential because of the Doctor-Paitent confidentiality laws in the US. So, wish me luck all!

Anyways. A new day. New classes. And new hell. Let's start with 2nd hour, Economics. I have Mr. Robbin's. From what I hear, he's a gay womanizer. What the hell is that supposed to mean??!? Anyways. I went in and sat down. Who comes in and sits next to me? Josh Cotrell, my first blow's cousin. And he knows I fooled with his cousin. Shit. But here's the icing for the cake: Chris Begeny walks in next. And what does Chris have anything to do with me? HE KNOWS MY ENTIRE LOVE LIFE VERBATIM.. Like who I want to fuck, who I like, who I want to desperately be secretly liking me for some derranged, God-awful reason. He knows it all. And why? Well, we all know. Just refer to my old journal. Oh, wait... I deleted that because he didn't want that kind of thing public like that. It's in my secret journal, but you need to apply for access and if I can remember the password, then I will be able to grant you access.

Yet, the worst still remains. Biology.... Who do I sit behind? ANTON! God Damn Me! I cannot believe this shit. I mean, I have to stare at the back of his dandruff ridden scalp. That boy NEEDS to get a hair cut.

And does it end there? Fuck no. My sixth hour, American Government. The TWO MOST BITCHY AND HATED PEOPLE BY MYSELF ARE THERE... *dreaded bells* Brandon Glatfelter (yes folks, the FLAMMIN' QUEER!!!!!) and Elizabeth English (she's such a whore with no life). Thank God they weren't there today. There are too much of a nusiance.

Well, dinner and chillin' with Bevie & Beth really helped out I guess. We went to this Chinese buffet by my house and just ate. I ate like a distressed pig because I was depressed about school (which gave me a fuckin' migraine). But anyways.

Then I took them back to my house and entertained them. It was fun. Beth is 30% gay and Bev is 20% gay.. and me... c'mon y'all.. 76% gay.. Does it show? This is all according to TheSpark.com To view my results, please click here for all of my scores .

Anyways. I've had a fun and eventful day (I'm the best sarcastic person alive!)...So I must attain my beauty rest. Peace

Good Night!