"if i could open up my chest/and then maybe i could find a way to give you just a little piece of my heart"

--Story of the Year "In Her Bedroom"

Teaching for two days to a bunch of seniors. Smart, opinionated Seniors at that. Two very difficult, frustrating days. I'd go into detail, but I'd get fired up. Plus, wearing skirts and waking up to do my hair sucked. I hate this. Our grades our fucked up now because of some certain incidents. And we're so fuckin pissed.

I took my free weights out for the first time in a long time. I keep watching TV and then I notice that I'm eating and it makes me feel fat. So I'm trying to work on that. In a healthy way. In which I do not have to starve myself or puke or shit profusely. Damn the media.

Whatever guys, I'm full of anger.