something isn't right in this world called confusion.
Everything is how it should be. Everything is fuckingperfect. How do I know everything is as it should be? Because I couldn't be happier than I am now.
I stayed the night with Glenn last night. It was just me&him, and we watched "The New Guy" (his idea) and "Forty Days and Forty Nights" (my idea). And then we lazed around today and watched "America's Sweethearts" and some other lame movies that were on TV. Oh, and we watched "The New Guy" again. He really liked that movie. And, I'm sorry Lynz, but Mr. Qualls has a huge fucking nose. And whenever I look at him, I think "DWARF." Even blonde hair dye can't make me attracted to him. <3.
I'm going to ask Glenn to come over Monday. I'm going to ask him tomorrow. Maybe I can talk him into webcam photos.
In other news, I'm almost to chapter seventeen in The Catcher in the Rye, and it's very enjoyable. Yeh. I made a 102 on one of my map tests in World History and a 70 on the other (I cheated on one). And I made good grades on everything. I have three packets worth of World History homework that I'll do tomorrow. And, uh. Hm. I made a seventy in Dance, but I have a good excuse for that. So, hopefully I won't get grounded for that. I'm supposed to maintain all B's.