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Got bitched at by Jenny because I wanted to drop her off early for the soccer bus. Like, seriously bitched at. But I had to stand there and take it because los padres were at work. Like always.

I've seriously spent so much time alone. It's not bad or anything, but strange and weird and makes me feel like Tobias Wolffe in his chiddie years.

So after dropping Jenny off I went to Starbucks and read there for an hour with violin music blaring behind my head. Starbucks is so comforting.

The Things They Carried is so strange. It's... it's almost too deep to understand. Strange, for me. But it's full of all these contradictions that I'm only beginning to sift through.

Got home. No one home. Blared my own music, danced around. Y'know. Regular stuff.

Ran on the tar so I could go without my braces. My right was fine; the left was feeling the strain. I've gotta build up its strength.. Two miles was pushing it. Boo that whore.

Keith's mom thinks he's doing drugs. I guess I'll give him my number.. It's this thing that my aunt Teresa did with my mom and their siblings. She said that if they were ever in trouble she'd go and pick them up, any time, no-questions-asked until the following morning. Since I've known Keith most of my life, I guess that's the best option since he's a pighead and won't listen to a sermon. I'll feel better when I give it to him.

Jimmy confessed to Jenny. I like Jimmy, but then again, he's a senior. Don't know how I feel 'bout that.