The week appears to be moving in fast forward; It's not a bad thing, there are just points that I'm going to want to go into slow motion. Or rewind, too I guess.

I don't know about going. I tried to tell my mom why I don't want to go, and that's when she got worried. Now she seems all gung-ho. Something about 8th grade keeps popping into my head. I don't want to pull a "Dennis" again.

Besides, I'm not having girl problems. I've got a lovely one that makes me cards with crying penguins and secret messages. She's all I need now, she really is.