Old Crush says the strangest things, I swear. You can be irked, yes, and you can have anger... But how exactly does your anger become irked? Please enlighten us, Old Crush.

Do you know what irks my anger? It REALLY irks my anger when herds of at least 5 or 6 idiots walk down the middle of the street at .00000001 miles per hour, then stare angrily at you when you drive around them, even though you are specifically avoiding them and are therefore nowhere close to hitting them. I honestly think you should have to have an "I'm not a total fucking imbecile" license to go out in public unsupervised.

FCG was sad today, but she cheered up by the end of the class period. Queen Whorebag walked by the door, which did not help matters. Her mood improved after IG touched her hair, though. (Why doesn't she ever ask me? She did that one time, but that's all. If I want to touch it, I have to ask, which makes me feel awkward...)

You know how my favorite food in the universe is sushi, right? Guess who else is madly in love with sushi? FCG! She also ranted about her part in the play again. They actually had to tweak her lines a little because she felt SO bad about it! Haha! Aww... I feel so bad for her; I'd be completely unable to do it too. But she's still really upset about having to flirt with the guy. She still "just can't do it" and was telling me all about how terrible it is today. I still can't wait to go see this, though! And I bet she'll need lots of female affection to help her forget the trauma after it's all over... >:3

And wait, it gets better. Remember when I was in 9th grade and I liked my friend who moved away? At the time, she was dating a guy at my school. I was quite obviously not a fan of his, despite his level of coolness. You probably know where this is heading, right? One guess as to which guy FCG has to flirt with in the play.

FCG's allowed to use facebook again! This is good because it means that if I am completely and utterly infected with the virus of insufferable lameness and am too afraid to actually ask for her number, I can just ask her on there... But now I'm not sure what to say since I was going to use her not having facebook as my excuse to get her number.

Also, that is the last time I ever study math with a cute cheerleader. Ever. (Unless we're not actually studying, if you catch my drift! Haha!) I listened to the one from economics class yesterday because she "knew everything about this chapter" and got a 79 on my test.

Oh, in the car this morning, Brat Sister said she wants to take back what she said last night. Progress!