I'm not cold anymore, at least now that it's the afternoon and I'm home. Perhaps I should find a jacket? Perhaps. In any case, getting to today.

I suppose it's back to watching movies in electronics; it took everyone only two days to finish the projects we were finally assigned. Mine works! Amazing.

In programming today, I just slept. That's all. No assignments even. I'm beginning to think wonder that if I wake up at 4:30 one morning, and sleep for a period, would I feel the same at third period, or when I got home? Could be, but it sounds dangerous. After all, region auditions are Saturday.

Ah, in English, we delved into a natural science far beyond anyone's comprehension: the apostrophe. Yes, it's true. Today we 'reviewed' the correct usage of the apostrophe in possesive singular and plural nouns, as well as in contractions. I find it amazing that half the class believed 'women's' is spelled that way when possesive. I feel as though I am among 25 other kids in wheelchairs, who just stare up at the ceiling and make high-pitched moaning sounds every five minutes.

Chemistry's really not terribly interesting anymore. I think it's because I've gotten over my little crush on Halley. She's cute and all, but I'm not the type of person to be dating a Mormon. I'm just not 'wholesome' enough. Not in God's eye anyway.

Choir certainly has been a lot more fun recently. I've been talking to Julia Matsuno. She drives a VW Bug. In fact, she drove me and Sterling home in it today. If there is a cooler affordable car in existence today, drive one up to my damned house. 6302 Oak Masters Drive, Spring, Texas. 77379. Anyway, Julia (or Yue) is a nice friend to have; joyful, but not sickeningly so, and very kind. Kind in the aspect that she's saved me from sitting next to Robert Palisin at least six times. Palisin thinks she likes me, and though it would be nice, he's awfully stupid, and she's a junior. Meh.

Geometry consisted of me waiting until the bell rang. Such a boring class, and always forced to sit with new people every six weeks. The only interesting part was Claire trying to decipher the hidden meaning of Julia's note to me, which reads: This is a strip of paper that I am left with after writing on the actual paper. Have a nice day! Love, Julia.

Girls write the most pointless notes to you. No matter what nationality.