Hmm. I almost typed something disturbingly telling here, but I decided it would be best to keep it hidden. Now the fun lies in having you guys try to figure out exactly what I was about to tell you. Was I going to proclaim my kinship to Queen Beatrix of Holland? Was I preparing to share a part of a beautiful, though controversial story that I am not the author of? Was I about to admit my undying love for peanut butter? You will never know. But I will tell you this: I hate hormones.

In happier news, school ends in... three days or so. The inaugural final exam is this afternoon, but I don't have to go ^.^ (one of my two exam exemptions goes to this one). I never really mentioned it before because I never really thought about it.

Heh... John just covered up part of his left shoe with white-out. The spot was distinctly gray, but the whole shoe looks generally shoddy, so the white-out looks more out of place than the gray did. John knows this, of course, but I can't help but say it here (posterity, you know).

Speaking of posterity, how are you doing kids? I hope that I'm not dead or anything while you're reading this. Hopefully you're just going behind my back or something or maybe--heaven forbid--doing it with my permission!

Jesus I hate hormones. If it is composed of matter, I want it to be my sex slave. So disturbing when everything reminds you of sex. And I don't give a shit if you don't want to hear it; you've either dealt with it, will deal with it, or are a eunuch. Dammit. My scatterbrained state of mind is so ridiculously visible in this. Scatterbrained because of HORMONES. Damn them! Damn the hormones! Full fucking speed ahead!

Hasta la bloody byebye!