Graham crackers get stuck in my braces way too easily. It's gross. I get to spend three+ hours on a computer in class today. Working on god knows what. Some stupid final project about conserving energy. And then I have to go to math with this substitute teacher who is full blown russian and speaks very little english. She likes to hang over mine and Brittany's shoulders as if we are completely incompetent. Then I have to spend another hour and a half in a computer lab making advertisements about condoms and cool things. That's my favorite class: health. My teacher in that class doesn't really give a shit what we do. And he's really laid back and isn't afraid to talk to us about...anything. Considering the majority of the class he is telling us a story about himself...haha. I'm awfully sleepy. But I know I couldn't go back to sleep even if I tried. It seems as though now Buster is trying to make me jealous or something since I don't like him. ...It doesn't make me jealous if he watches porn [..duh.], and I most certainly am not jealous that he asks to see some girls boobs, because if I'd wanted him to see mine maybe I would've shown him. He's just being dumb. That's all. Or maybe it's just me. I think that's it. Maybe I just imagine all these things and let them run to my head too quickly. I'm never gonna make it in the real world. How in the fuck am I going to be able to help kids and people when I can hardly help myself? Bye.