...I don't like to think of it as a "diary." I call it a "record of daily happenings and thoughts." "Diary" sounds feminine.

So...today, I completely ignored my math teacher, e-mailed my girlfriend 12135264386936083 times in an hour and a half, and listened to my MP3 player as I always do.

Not a whole lot to talk about today...except that Jessica's going through a hard time right now and I'm behind her 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000% percent. That's one septillion percent. Yes, it's a real number. Away from the jokes, I really feel bad for her, so if anyone out there knows and/or cares to make an overstressed 15-year-old girl feel better, send her a message. she's [sweetheart69363] .