I see the truth now. I've let the Flying Spaghetti Monster into my life. May all be touched by his noodly appendage.
Ramen.
(http://www.venganza.org/)

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I'm still thinking about Brad a lot. All the time. I'm pretty sure he doesn't feel the same about me. When I'm sitting next to someone at school, I like to draw hearts on their paper (which they usually don't like). Well, I tried doing this to Brad and he pushed my arm away. I think that's a sign that he doesn't like me. I still love being near him and looking at him. I seem to enjoy it more when I have his attention than when he has mine. I also noticed a long time ago that my pupils get bigger when I think about him. Maybe love has a similar effect as narcotics, like ecstasy, as it does make my skin feel extremely good. Anyway, I had a two hour nap today and Brad was in my dream, though I don't remember much of it.

A guy in my Fine Arts class said that I'm hot. He could actually be gay, or it could be a joke because that seems to be my school's sense of humor. (My husband is a polygamist, so all the other boys hate me for trying to take their man.) Anyway, I did have suspicions of his sexual orientation before this, as it seems sort of like he had been flirting with me prior to this event, thought it has stopped a while ago.

I took elph's advice and made a catchy song that he could easily remember and whistle:
Mozart and Traffic and Mozart (Remix) by Samavade
Yes, I know it sounds a bit like Merzbow.