  So, blog seems to be safe for the time being. Don't worry, though, I won't stop my crazy, nerdy blogging. If e-pirates (bad analogy) shall invade my journal, I shall flee to another address. I'm reaching the homestretch. Seven more school hours until the politically-correctly titled "winter" break. I am looking forward to it so, so much. Ah, just the idea of hours spent reading The Bell Jar (which I am reading, and I like it. But I never seem to be able to finish it) and listening to music makes my heat sore . You know what else makes my heart sore? Boys. Especially when there is a boy who is awesome and Jewish and in your Conditioning class who smiles at you and who looks a lot like John Mayer.
And you like him even though he sings along obnoxiously with all the other 6-foot varsity-basketball-playing men/boys to "My Girl". Except when he sings it, it sounds beautiful. And you hold on to the image of him singing all day, even when some gross pop-rap song comes on about taking off all your clothes. Affectionately... Anna 
