I've stayed up the past two nights until probably 1am. I can't tell you when the conversation actually started... I would guess 10. My phone actually beeped at me, yelling for a recharge. That has never happened before.
I can't believe we both have so much to say. It is unbelievable concidering the fact that we are both "shy people" in person. It's exciting to me.

Today, I had to re-paint all my rocks because some stupid chicks fucked them up. Ms. P laughed because she knew I would be pissed that they ruined them. She is the coolest teacher, as well as person I think I have ever known, besides Cece + her family.
We talked about abusive spouses and boyfriends in sociology today. It's a very uncomforable situation. I wish I had someone to talk to about it who won't just say "that sucks" or "that happens a lot". Maybe I'll ask Mr. Killroy. He's a very helpful man living in manitou and whatnot.
I took a test in Government. I feel like I did a very good job, but we will see. I have a 78.38%. If I get it up a little bit, she said she will round it from a 79.5% to an 80% before we graduate. If I get it up to a B, I will graduate with a 3.5, just about. That will boost my GPA to at least 3.0. I would feel very satisfied since, for strange some reason, this is the only year I'm actually working to my full potential.
I worked out so fucking hard in aerobics. I still have an 80%, but I am okay with that since I am not planning on missing that class anymore. I plan to make up the days I miss from now on. I think it might be a good idea to try something new for once. I feel very, very fat and I need the work outs from that class. Plus, the freshmen [which include that Maggie girl and her weird friends who stare at me all the time] have swim days twice a week starting from now on. I would literally have killed myself if I would have been forced to do that. I commend them for participating.
I worked out again after school with my mom.
I feel like I am dead.

I feel very sick, and I am staying home tomorrow.  I keep caughing and my nose won't stop running. I think I have what Dora had, gave to Julia. Julia had, gave to Taylor. Taylor had, probably gave to me from standing too close to me when I was in his room. It would have been worth it to kiss him, but I wasn't high or drunk enough.
I miss him and I miss his cat. I miss Cece's house already, and I miss Cece, too.
She texted me during English and asked where I was. I told her I was at Lucy's appartement with my mom. She asked why, and I told her I feel very sick. She said she feels very sick as well, and I told her to stay home tomorrow if she could. I hope she does and can. I know she has the same thing I know I have. It's awful for about three days. It's just fucking terrible. But it goes away, so that will be good.
I hope tomorrow is my worst day.
I haven't gone to periods 6 and 7 in two days since Spring Break was over.
I have to write my paper to graduate.
Cece's paper is four pages full right now.
I wrote it all.
I haven't even worked on my paper since the introduction was due.
I only have that first paragraph.
I'm not stressing out over at all.