  What can I say? The sound isn't working on my computer and I have no lyrics to be inspired by. Laurle, a very tall girl in my AP History class, recognized the Police lyrics on my bookcover today. It was wonderful. Turns out she has a very good sense of music. A very well-rounded sense, too.
We annoyed Adrienne to death while talking about the finer point of Coletrane. I also came to realize I am developing a really unhealthy crush on this friend of Robin's. And it is really wrong. It is driving me nuts. No one must ever know of this atrocity. I am so glad my friends don't know about this blog.
And if they ever find it, I will delete this entry. Because this crush is bad. And stupid. And it will pass in a week. Speaking of the opposite sex. I had to ride the bus home today.
And we now have to sit three to a seat. And it sucks. So I was sandwiched between two boys rather ungracefully. And one turns to me and says, "Anna. Do you know Mr.----------" (unnamed quasi-affair-having teacher) This was strange because a) I had no idea who this guy was and b) I think I would remember some one of his, umm, nature. (In a good way) So our conversation went like this: "Umm, yah!
" "Well he was playing Jimmy Fallon today. " WHAT! HOW DID HE NOW ABOUT MY MINOR JIMMY FALLON OBSESSION! "Seriously? " "Yes. The basketball song.
" "Oh yah, that's a good one. " "This is my stop. " "Umm, bye. " Weird, weird, weird. Affectionately... Anna 
