I really cannot bring myself to care, quite frankly.
Which is probably bad because English is the only course I need to actually pass in order to graduate.
Meh. I'll write something during homeroom anyway.
Tish, I still have no car, so no rides. We've got a sectional after school anyway.
Greg, John, Drew, whoever, that means you're still stuck with me at lunch and on the bus. Sorry. Only for a little longer.
... I haven't checked my e-mail in over three weeks.
Meh. Oh well.