- is it wrong that in a world of love and fun and life and sleep and sex and sugar and doritos that the thing that gives me the most pleasure is not having homework? well. maybe not more than the doritos. but almost.

- really, that is a sick, sick truth. what is the world coming to? i barely smile when i see some of my friends in the hall. i don't have time to talk to my own mother. i drudge through my days not caring. but then, when i realize i don't have homework, i jump and dance and yell.

- does it get better, oh adults? is there a point where real things start to matter again? or am i lost forever?