The radio is supposed to be my friend

When music dies is when the world will end.

Wow this song is awesome. I love everything. I'm going to check out ASPCI.

I'm talking to Cait at the moment. I like talking to Cait.

Melissa texted me with terrible news. I have to make up 2 math tests. WWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Oh well, I'll do it either in some study hall or after school after one-acts. One of the two will happen. Hold me to it.

I changed a lot recently. I really need to write about it, but my notebook is so far away and it's hard to write when the keyboard is just so conveniently put in front of my face. But I can't share practically anything on here. Invasive feelings. People actually read this. Well, Mr. Mitchell and sometimes Melissa. Random Thoughts is practically my diary. I need to journal privately. I can't do that in a blog. More whining. Wow, I'm a whinebag tonight. Being sick made me procrastinate all my homework. I need to go do other stuff. I don't think this is long enough, so I'll continue it into tomorrow. Until then, Mr. Mitchell and creepy stalkers.

Hello, it's tomorrow. How many more words do we have to type today, Cassie?

I don't know, Cassie. Let's check. About 98, Cassie.

Cool, Cassie. Go u.

Oh u.

This keyboard sticks. Angry typing is necessary.

HERE COMES ANGRY TYPING. ANGER ANGER ANGER.

Mrs. Jones is growing more hawkish over what we're doing on the computer. No Wheezy with Melissa for a while. Aww.

I totally just remembered something. Melissa, Bre and I were making a movie. I wonder when we'll start working on it again, if ever. Hopefully so. It had potential. Bre's working on something and Melissa is typing about other things. We should start working on stuff again soon. We didn't even get around to filming it.

Think I got 98 words in there somewhere. Brb new entry.