Things have been radically different around here. I'm pretty sure that it is happening because my computer received a bunch of spyware and decided to start the process of crashing.
My hero, AidenUHmazing, came and saved the day, of course. That boy is a wonderful human being; all the way around. I'm mildly surprised by how cute of boys he attracts, but not so surprised that I'm going out of my mind trying to figure it out. He formatted my computer, and he couldn't figure out how to get the internet to work again, so we basically hung out and yelled at Indian operators for three hours.

The next day, my mom realized the phones weren't working [because we switched our phone service to Vonage, and Vonage was translating our phone number to their system], and since we called Qwest too early and told them to turn off our phone service, so we didn't have the internet. She had to do a "live chat" with a Qwest representative, who was absolutely fucking retarded.
Well, obviously, the internet is working now. Yahoo messenger was being really disagreeable earlier, but has downloaded finally. Right now, I'm sitting in my chair, typing you this long life-update, listening to a boy play guitar over a Yahoo Call that I met on a website I probably shouldn't have joined. He is so fucking amazing, though. It makes me think of how many talents other people have that no one will ever know, unless someone adds them from a website they shouldn't be on, and doesn't believe they can actually do what they say they can.
I picked Robbie up from home today during my TA period [3rd] and took him to Subway. I didn't want to go back to school for aerobics since I missed governement, so I stayed with him until 12:00pm. He's my favorite, and I love him so much. I am so lucky to have a little brother.

Oh, and I have to tell you about Robbie's new best friends!
Jacob [whom Robbie affectionately dubbed 'Gayjob'] and Parker [Once more, Porker] spent the night at our house on Saturday night. They wanted to go to Metcalf on Sunday, so my mom and dad drove them down there. I stayed hom trying to get my internet fixed. I did so, and was so excited that I left without putting any make-up on. When I got to the skatepark, my family and Robbie's friends had been there for about three hours already. The weather said it was going to be warm, but it was fucking cold in the shade: The shade was everywhere, because it was beyond overcast. The boys were adorable, and I've missed that kind of unexpected, unscripted craziness from my life for too long, I think. This is them!:
  
[in this order...] Jacob, Parker, Robbie.

I'm not sure if you noticed it, but I noticed it the day I met that boy. I am taking about Parker, by the way. There is a Park-Manager historical house on Garden of the Gods land, and he lives there with his family. It is astounding. The house is pink, and there is a verrry old stage wagon in the field, as well as a tiny church which I guessed is historcal, too.
Jacob is so adorable. His mom actually is a lesbian. They live in Manitou, and his mom is also Jewish, and called Obama her "boyfriend" during the campaign. His step-mom is asian, and also lives in manitou. Apparently, though, he only sees his dad like twice a year. He told me his dad is gay, but that is stupid. His mom is gay, and his step-mom is gay too, obviously because his mom was "married" to his step-mom for 26 years, he said. He is from good people.

Also, amidst this computer crashing and phone-line termination, I have learned some important things about myself.
I am mildly OCD. Not just because I wash my hands all the time, but the reasons why I do.
I have lost about four sizes in four months. I am amazed by me.
I become overly obessesed with things that are unnecessary to obesses over; mainly Lewis Carroll, and Gene Wilder.
I bite my fingers because I can't imagine living without something to do during the stuff-less seconds I have between things I do. I love the way it feels when something acidic or hot runs through my self-mutliated slices of skin. I don't hate it, that's why I can't stop.
My least favorite feeling is wearing a bra. I am counting the days until my boobs are big enough that I can wear shirts without a bra.
Everything frustrates me. Everything. I can't help but get mad at everyone for anything they do.
Cece got a phone, and she is my favorite and I love her and I'm glad her mom believes I am sincere. I very much believe I deserve her as a best friend, and she deserves a best friend like me.
Earphones are the most annoying little fuckers in the world, but I can't stop using them.
I was told to "go to a different school" by a stupid boy in my sociology class. That was the second time someone said that to me, both were boys. Both subjects had nothing to do with me personally. Cheyenne students who've never been anywhere but D12 are overprotective of their school's status, even though there is and probably always will be a large bullying problem there - no matter how much they try to stress that the fact that physical fighting isn't happening, so there is no bullying.
People are idiots, but we only have two months left.
& I just got asked if I believe long-distance relationships can work. Here we fucking go again, circus act. At least this one is as close as Denver... at least.

CSAP is the 2nd week of march, and Spring break is the last week.
I can't wait to sleep in.