burned lips and two scoops of sugar. today was our first assembly. didn't go too badly. i got an encore for mopping up shaving cream in the middle of the assembly. damned sbo's. when i wear all black and i'm in the theatre, i'm hidden. when i wear all black and i'm in the halls of the high school, i stick out more than anyone. why do people have such a problem with black? why must everything be a bright colour to be considered normal? she sees an old love. she wants to be his friend again. she stays up all night thinking about what to say to him. she comes up with a plan. she sees him alone the next day. perfect opportunity. she chokes. loses all confidence she thought she had. she stabs herself for failing. maybe tomorrow she thinks. maybe tomorrow. the lunch room frightens me. too many beings. too much noise. not enough space. i escape. i get to renovate my office soon. i'm looking forwart to it. i'm also looking forward to it. only one more week of work. paycheque should come tomorrow. tomorrow's party is the middle school. not going to be fun. five - six hundred eighth and ninth graders. fifty plus faculty with family tagging along. maybe i should be sick. i get to work with riley. why do i care so much? james said he would make out with me. he is having problems with his ex-girlfriend. i'm his therapist. funny thing is i therapize him via the computer. therapize. nice. i have just been informed that gas has now gone up to two dollars and fifty-five cents. i know what this paycheque is going towards. all five hundred dollars of it. roses are red. violets are blue. leprechaun. -------------------- i get to reward myself with a gold star. refer to a previous entry if confusion occurs. i wish we would talk like we used to. i loved having intelligent conversations with her. now we just discuss normal everyday things. she is the only one i could go to with a problem and get an intelligent response.