Why isn't life like one big MSN conversation? I'd happily give up on the physical stuff, the nuances in tones and the body language if I could have a message log.

At lunch today I saw a cute boy. That doesn't happen a lot around this school. Oh! Oh! People whio have seen this year's class picture say I look great. So exciting to see the yearbook! AT LAST a picture where I look good, and just so happens it's the last one. Ever. I went out with a bang! Wow, I'm shallow.

Good.

Spoke to Ian last night. After what I guess could be described as some confusion, he called me and we spoke for like 20 minutes. And then I lied and said I have to go. What's that about? I want to talk to him. And I think he wanted to talk to me too, but I like pushed him away. And oh, I've noticed that I do stuff like this a lot. I mean, I'm chatting to a random person on the Internet and I put him or her in a situation where they have to insult me to come out of it all with at least some pride. I suck. And now I have to go. Bye.