My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.

So won't you kill me, so I die happy.

Today: sleepy sleepy sleepy, Beeken being harsh grading our bibliographies (he didn't mark or even notice my mistakes o___o), anxiety attacks waiting for CAHSEE grades (math/english=450/450), Dill Pickle's spicy salad (Hahahahahaha), Joana and Erwin for the next Spanish project, boring sixth today. Then wait at bus stop, 281 passes, 488 passes, take 281, Jamba Juice, bus stop, mall to find change for bus, bus stop, bus home, walk Dillon home, let Dillon walk me back, I love you.