Most importantly, World History. Which we weren't supposed to have because of an assembly, but the assembly was short so we went there anyway. Had to. Ariane and I banter. Only, Gina comments. "It's so...and I have the same Chorus class. We sing in the choir together. She sat next to me during the assembly, and the whole time I wanted to snuggle against her. I didn't, but. God. I really wanted to

Ariane showed up drunk to school. She can hold her liquor, but I was more than a little disappointed; really, drunk? To school? I thought she had some restraint but apparently not. So that would've ticked... Now I can either start on Watch Your Mouth by everyone's favorite, Daniel Handler, knit my scarf in class, or outline the damn fic. Or study for my Physics midterm which is tomorrow. Or not.

Ariane got engaged to her friend Veronica on Facebook. She and Veronica and a few other girls make up this really, really tight-knit posse, one I've only heard about in legends and myths and Facebook... because it's drilling a hole into my brain to listen. Also, sometimes, I just really don't feel like talking. Jeebus. I should probably start in on that fic sometime soon. Or finish Season 2. Something

There's closeness, more of it than usual, and that's unusual. I was pretty tired today, a little headachey, and the World History classroom had the temperature raised, so that called me to sleep. I didn't...physically perfect enough to get away with murder. And there's that suave and charming personality that hides a pretty insecure, twisted girl but who sees that anyway? I just want to go to sleep.

Again Ariane. Remember in Physics, when I was doodling portals in her notebook and about an inch away from her? She was writing stuff down for the review (lol, poindexter, even though she's not--that's... But yeah. There's an idyll up there. Although if she showed up in a dress I wouldn't mind either. Hell, she could show in sweats and her Mater Dei Throwers shirt and I wouldn't take my eyes off her.

Because yeah, I'm still only seventeen. Excuse me for feeling like a teenager. Ugh. Walk in to the house, all ready to grab some tortilla chips and finally watch Supernatural, Season 2 episode 10 "Hunted"...to be Italian and Irish. Eh. Being Italian's okay. I love being French. And being German's pretty cool too, I suppose. I wish I were Native American. That'd be neat. That's it. I'm watching Supernatural

It's just that. I feel like my life swirls. I don't really know how to explain it. Everything's in motion and spiraling round and round. Sometimes it looks really pretty, maybe those are creative outbursts...life partners and all. Just gotta show that hetero a good time. ;-) Aw damn, now I wanna write it. Shitfuck. I have to outline the hell out of this shit. NO GREATER THAN TEN CHAPTERS, OKAY? OKAY

Before school's out, anyhow. Or maybe, instead of an implosion, painfully-wrenched-from-the-soul catharsis balmed by sweet relief. Keeping secrets is such a burden, you know. I finally, finally called... Which leads me to believe that he's actually given that some thought but wouldn't say who (and I get that) or has never thought about it at all, but I'm leaning toward the former. I hope it's Jared. :-)

JENSEN AND JARED. UNF. I'm just excited that the both of them have movies coming out so soon. Jensen has My Bloody Valentine (I thought of the band after the Good Charlotte song--shows how hardcore I...we currently define "pulchritude" by. Princess Pulchritudinous, that's Jensen. Jensen makes a prettier me than I do. Siiiiigh. It's the nose. I hope mine sort of rearranges itself when I get older.

Fandom is my boyfriend. Or rather, fandoms are my boyfriends. Fucking crazy as hell, right? I mean, all this time, six years without knowing ANYTHING. And then all of a sudden it hit me--I enter into... but I don't know, it seemed different. Also, I read into things like whoa, but it was off and stuff. Anyway. Supernatural. SupernaturalSupernaturalSupernatural. SUPERNATURALSUPERNATURALSUPERNATURAL!