Silence is the enemy against your urgency, so rally up the demons of your soul.

[Know Your Enemy--Green Day]

It ended as soon as I wrote that.

[We Made You--Eminem]

My egg burrito is 1) more of a lopsided square, and 2) is extremely messy. But it's good, so all is forgiven.

BASIL HAS THE BIGGEST MOUTH ON THE FACE OF THE PLANET. GUESS WHO HE TOLD? GUESS! SEAGULL!!!!!!!!!!!!

It all started when I was born.

[How You Love Me Now--Hey Monday]

I heard Basil say in science (after we were all packed up, waiting to be dismissed) "Me and Zac tricked it out of her..." Of course, I immediately thought of how they tricked Kim into telling them I liked him. So, naturally, I tried not to stare at him like the love-sick nut I am, and also trying to strain to hear the rest of the conversation. I didn't, though, and then I hear Seagull say, "That's so mean, Strawberry." (in that joking, sarcastic voice he uses for everything). I look over, and Basil is doing something with his hands that I don't see clearly because he 1) (whoa, second time I've used this style of listing things in one blog entry) stops doing it as soon as I look over, and 2) I was being a good girl and looking at Seagull, the one who'd addressed me.

I think I did a pretty good job (at first) of turning away and looking confused/annoyed, but it wasn't long before I was bursting into giggles. Jeez, my heart was audible from across the room, and he wasn't even the one speaking to me! Oh, bah. Bahbahbah. Quadruple blah. This sucks.

I mean, he said he didn't care when he found out I liked him, he said he'd forget about it. Did he forget about it? No! And now Seagull knows. You have no idea how insanely bad this is.

But...But...HE TOLD HIS FRIENDS. That means nothing, I know, but I think that's what made my heart beat like a jackhammer. Wait, that made no sense...

If Seagull tells Flower, which he probably will, my life is OVER.

Sometimes you get discourages

because I'm so small and

aways leave my fingerprints

on furniture and wall.

But everyday I'm growing,

I'll be grown up someday,

and all the tiny handprints

will surely fade away.

So here is a final handprint,

just so you can recall

exactly how my fingers looked

when I was very small.

AWWW! That was part of a project we did, like, years ago in school. It's a can! And I put my hand in paint and PUT MY HANDPRINT ON THE CAN.

A-dord-able.

Agh, I pressed the wrong button, and now this entry's all messed up! Oh well, I was done anyway.

Too-ta-loos!