9:21 p.m

I'm sitting here trying to translate Act III, Scene I of Hamlet out of the Shakespearean and into the Lenarian and I find myself overcome with pity for poor Ophelia...

The girl, she does nothing but love, love and love and all these people are just stepping on her. I mean, I understand people stepping on Hamlet, he's a whiny little bitch, but Ophelia never did anything wrong...I don't know why I'm mentioning this, I just think it's unfair that all this shit happens to her and she never does anything to deserve it.

I was thinking about S today, more than I usually do. I had given up my little crush on him a while ago because it was just too exhaustive being infatuated with a guy I barely talk to....this led me to wonder if anyone ever thinks of me when I'm not around. I know L does, or used to before I blocked him on my MSN, but he doesn't count anyway because he's a boring jerk who, despite being interested in dating me (apparently), still manages to flirt with my friend K (she tells me about his 'seven orgasm guarantee'...*shudder*)

School sucks total monkey balls...so much crap to do, so little of me wanting to do any of it.

I think I've got a bad case of the Mondays...

Yours...