i just spent 9 hours at skool today, counting my afterskool program, poetry club. We call ourselves emos. All we write about is death and suicide and the end of the world and so on. that is really the only reason i wanted to come to skool today. i have homework over the weekend. my problem of the week (self explanitory) is extremely hard. something about something about something and something. I DON"T GET IT!!! *sigh* oh well. i guess it can't be helped. :)