Hello everyone (and by everyone I mean my loveless stalk-et Kara). I'm sure you all missed me. Or not. Anyways, Highschool is all well and good. I have a few classes with my girl Kara (not sure what will happen if she finds out I just called her my girl, but oh well). Happiness is evident. Time spent alone is long. My life is pleasure-less.

All in all, I'm not to stressed out about the Home Coming dance. It just so happens someone has asked me. You can imagine my joy at the thought of not thinking I'd have to go through the pain of asking the one person who hates my guts (aka Kara). I still wish the best for her and hope she does ask the right person. Or should I say: Bree asks the right person since Bree seems to be the little messenger in Kara's game of shoot for love.

Bree was talking to me today and it seems as though shes been sad/emo about something. Something non Jesse related (for once). I don't know, something about how she's sad, I only paid attention to the part about Kara since my only concern is her happiness and well being. Apparently Kara and Bree are not getting along like they used to. Kara seemed so sad. It made me feel really sympathetic about the whole situation. I hope they make up soon, for both of their sakes.

My mom has been making me very mad. She says I should join a club. I've decided to join French Club. It's classically elegant and seems cool since I'm in French(1) anyway. So we' we', I've joined that club. And now I bid you all adue', for I'm off to get to know my date for the home coming. My date seems very nice.