I was sitting in Algebra II and Adolf Hintzler was telling us about our math final, and I was like UGH. And then I thought of my flist and how everyone else was going through finals too. And then I was like FLIST POWAH and missed LJ. Emotear.

Today I wore this collared green shirt with my Dungaree cords, boxers and Ben's belt. I looked so hot. Oh yes I did. It's my narcissism talking, sorry.

Lydia: You're retarded! I'm retarded! It runs in the family!! Oh wait! We're not married!!

She really isn't retarded. Amazing, isn't it?

In math, Mr. Hintz was writing our problems on the board and Willow was confused
Willow: What is up with negative six?!

Current Music: Mean Mr. Mustard--The Beatles