mrs. belle bought me a chocolate easter egg with my name on it, and i cried. she's so nice. so nattie's not here again, and now i don't have to do our huck finn skit, i have to write a script instead, which is okay with me. chris is mad at me, and neither of us knows why. oh well, things are okay. i don't have a bus ticket to go to his house, which is why i think he's mad at me. but hell, what can i do when my mum doesn't get paid until thursday? rawr. but yeah, i have nothing to write about. take care. the one, the only, laura michelle*