<p>Today was decidedly today. It was long, and full of stuff. The usual stuff that goes on on wednesdays. Choir, math, choir, bio, choir choir choir choir choir… Urg. I like singing, but I’ll be FREAKING GLAD WHEN THIS BULLSHIT IS OVER. ^.^ </p>
<p>Moondog. Thursday. Saturday night; I suppose I’ll call her when I think strike’s nearly finished, so that she can drive down to my house. If strike lasts longer, maybe we could meet at the school. Whatever.</p>
<p>Kory just asked if it was okay that he touched my neck. He likes to watch me melt. Becker tried, I nearly punched him. Trust seems to be an important factor in this.</p>