  Bad news guys! I'm not getting into Harvard. I know, depression galore. My report card is awful though!
I mean, I don't think I could've done any worse. Unless, of course, I actually failed the classes, which some people actually do but it's never occurred to me because it still seems almost impossible. So I got a gummy-spiked yellow lightbulb for Christmas recently. I put it into one of the light sockets of the sink part of my bathroom which I use a lot and I don't want it to burn out.
It's really cool looking but I'll probably forget that I have it. But every once in awhile I'll look up and remember that I have a really cool lightbulb. Kinda like the person who gave it to me except he's not a lightbulb. I like my new chemistry class. I sit by Blake, whom I never really liked, but realized yesterday he's not that bad. "Closer," Nine Inch Nails. I would post it but it's a little inappropriate. Disturbingly addictive and brilliant song. You know why whenever you ask me if I have a celebrity crush I say I don't have one?
It's because I never remember them, and I can't have a crush on someone I don't know. You weirdos! _________________________________________________________ Is it just me or does Clay Aiken look really odd? He also talks really oddly for a straight guy. 
