So, sitting in my super boring technology class. I seriously know like twenty thousand times more than the other people. They're like, "OMG A CHAT ROOM WHAT DO I DO HOW DO I KNOW WHO IS TALKING!?!!??!"
I'm just sitting here finishing everything and navigating the chatroom like a pro and getting annoyed at the other students. I guess it comes from being in the TeenHelp chat room all the time. I'm used to it.
Anyway, Friday was Ali's birthday, plus I got a letter from Z, and my pictures I ordered for my scrapbook! The letter from Z was awesome. He asked me to text OO and tell her that he missed her and just wanted to be home with her. It was sweet, I thought it was like he was still texting her even though he's gone. Pretty awesome. I'll probably end up writing to him like once a week because my classes are so boring and his letters are so funny. I gotta remember to send him a picture of my new hair, I forgot to stick one in the envelope last time.
Went to Vegas on Saturday with Ali, her mom, D's mom and sister, and Ali's best friend who just moved here. It was pretty awesome, I got some hot new shirts and a fedora. Then Sunday we went over to D's house and cleaned his room and stole/borrowed all his cool stuff and decorated his room with little girl pink fairy decorations. It was awesome. I'm totally wearing his Trapt shirt right now. It's way too small for him, but just right for me! :D
Anyway, work's going well, school's going boringly, and friend things... well... you know, they're going. Schedules just hardly ever match up and it gets annoying. I haven't really hung out with anyone but D and Ali in weeks. Other than B for that one movie night. I gotta get together with the Twins, but they're super busy music majors. xD
Well, that's about all for now. Just wanted to kill some time in this boring class.
Oh, and the first page of my scrapbook is going to have a quote from Linkin Park's "With You":
"Painted on my memory, even if you're not with me, I'm with you."
It just fits for how I feel about my friends.

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