7:33 Thursday Evening   There is a Certain Point IT IS THURSDAY thinking about thursday i want to cry. i talked to aaron for ages upon ages today in ISP (he was there to make up restitution hours, i was there because i have no fifth hour and had nothing better to do because i couldn't go home, i had to go to math club). it was the best because it was one-on-one in an unstimulating classroom, and so we had intelligent conversation. mostly. i love that Aaron and i can hang out alone in a room and nothing will happen between us. he'd never make a move on me. except jokingly. and that makes me happy. i wish i could say the same for some of my other guy friends. But i really just need to get out of here, out of this little white box out of this little white room. out of this little white world. i need adventure but the hopes are gone. crushed as hopes always are.