Jazz apples.

There seems to be only one more in my refrigerator right now, because I'm eating the second to last one. And let me tell you something, it's good. It's really good. Because apples are just so delicious and whatnot. Especially the musical kind. Well, I wish this apple was musical. Then it would be like...real jazz. In my mouth. I wonder why they're called jazz apples....all I know is that the apple is really in the rose family. I don't know why, though, so don't ask me.

My day was SO uneventful, I pretty much died. I woke up, killed an ant, laid in bed until my dad got home (which was 9AM to 5PM), then made myself some shell pasta for dinner and now I'm here. I should've hung out with Dan, but NOOOO. He just HAD to go to New York to get scared at Chinese people because his dad said "herro". I'm not mad, I just miss Dan. Seriously. Who wouldn't miss Dan Noe?

Sigh, it's only ten more days now. I must admit that my motivation to even go has decreased about twentyfold, but does that mean I'll give up on it completely? Of course not, I've made a life-long promise to myself that I intend to keep. Of course I'll try my best, and now I can cope with the fact that he won't be there better now that I know in advance. Why he won't be there? Beats me, but I'd rather not pry. It's probably something important for college or something anyway.

I still hardly have any energy. Well...a little bit more than I did this afternoon, but still not so much. Although I have to hang with Becky tomorrow. But don't tell her that I HAVE to, because then she'll get even more insecure.

MUH. Becky and Scott, Scott and Becky. Those two are going to be my downfall. I'm going to let them because I'm an idiot. Oh well, I'm just trying to love everyone. Is it bad to put people before myself? Because that's what I do sometimes. I dunno.