dear diary;
school today was surprisingly less painful than i had imagined it to be. except for the part where i had a fake-but-for-marks part b english diploma exam all afternoon. i more or less drifted in and out of conciousness between exchanging facial expressions with sanford, and poking chris out of boredomn.
i acctually ended up getting 70% or something somehow, which is surprisingly not too bad, taking into account the number of questions i decided that B, or D were good looking asnswers, without reading the text.
tonight i met hayden at southland and him, tim, and i sat around the house for a while. watched some quality trashy tv and cut tims hair a bit.
oh, also, tim is renting a van and him, fraser and i are following the boys on tour in march for a week. I THINK IM EVEN FOR SURE GOINGGG?!*&%@(!#
PARTY 06!?
probs.
frigggg. i have to go sand and paint my chair now.
goodnight diary, ladies, and gentlemen.
luhh brgkk.