I want I lover that I have to love- I want a boy who's so brave he always talks.

Life is weird. I think someone should write a book on how life is so weird. Or a song- or paint a painting or- wait... nevermind. I guess they've done that stuff. We had many great discussions this week about life, writing and women, three of my favorite subjects- and yet I fell silent in all conversations. I'm coming off as the silent type, but my brain is buzzing. I took pictures of Carly in "a great glass elevator" today- and I hope they come out lovely. They are my saving grace because I think the Emily pictures have failed me. I ought to use Liv. I love Liv. She makes me sad sometimes though, because she's so quiet. I just finished eating a teeny peice of cheesecake. I love cheesecake. This peice was so teeny though, but so full of bam! I filled up on it. I just talked to Theresa on the "Instant Communicator." That cracks me up and she cracks me up. My head is killing me. I think maybe I should go to bed. So far I've talked to four people at my school- well, five really, but she went to my middle school before. I don't know one of the guy's names, but the other is Marcus, and there is Juliana and Michelle. They're ok. I think I like the guys better than the girls, because girls tend to be... less deep? More impersonal? None of them are BFF material though, or maybe even "hang out" material. I don't think we have much in common, they just sorta talked to me- well really, I talked to them I guess. There's also this cool senior guy Mark who is in my Creative Women class, he told me he could tutor me in Pre-Cal. That was nice. Then there's this girl in 2 of my classes, who shall be nameless, but she is uber annoying. She was rude to these sophmores because they were taling when she was, but really, all she ever does is talk over EVERYONE. And talk CONSTANTLY. It SUCKS. I was going to approach her about that- I mean, I wasn't gonna be rude or anything, just honest and give her some nice advice about that. But I thought that would suck for me because no one really likes me anyway to begin with, and I'd be singled out if she was offended or something. High school is a tough thing.