After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure. –Albus Dumbledore

You know..how when you lose a family member..and you stay in your room for weeks. Well, once you finally start socializing again…you’re in a room with a bunch of people and they’re laughing and having the biggest fun..and all you can think is..I want out. I’m not ready. Well, that’s how I felt tonight. I don’t want to spoil the ending of the 6th book for anybody who hasn’t read it. But…I miss him. And, I don’t want to talk about it. I had enough of that today. The only person I care to talk about it with is Jeff. He went through the past 3 books with me..and I don’t think I could’ve gotten through either of the last two books without him. When I finished the 28th chapter, I was in total shock. I just laid there on my bed.. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breath. I didn’t understand. I didn’t cry. I didn’t..do anything. I had no emotion. I finally inched my way towards my cellphone and called Jeff. After I got off, I read the last two chapters and bawled for the rest of the night and late into the morning. I’m fine, but I’m still upset. My friends have told me that they understand..that they’ve been there..and not to feel stupid, but I do feel stupid. One part of me feels really dumb for staying up all night crying about a fictional character. Another part of me..just feels like I’ve lost my mentor, my advisor, the only one in the whole world that I could count on.

But enough about that. I had an alright day. Of course, first hour consisted of me basking in my 102 Chemistry test grade. Oh, yes. Trimspa, baby. (I miss AnnaNicoleSmith) The rest of the day was ‘eh’. I made a 100 on my Spanish test..and taking the English test was so fun(ny). Mrs. Bordelon LOVES us. We asked 100 questions. Seventh hour was amusing. Oh my gosh..I have to do my English project tomorrow. Remind me. Anywho..I babysat tonight. It was..alright. They went to bed at 9:30. It was soothing. Sam came over and we watched a little bit of Tokyo Drift. After that, I went by Jeska’s…just to say hi. There were 105 cops at her next door neighbor’s house..so I investigated..but I suck at that. I vote drugs or domestic violence.

Tomorrow, I’m going to Monroe to see a movie with my posse. Did I mention that today started off 100% good because the “posse” gathered in Susie before school started and sang Aerosmith? Yep. It definitely doesn’t seem right to say “the posse” anymore. Just for the misery we’ve been put through. Oh yeah, we have meetings in the woods, too. Kill people..sacrifice them to the tree gods. *ahem.* Anyway. ….I definitely have just ran out of things to say. I may not be the prettiest girl in the world..but for this moment, I am the most…loserific. And you like that in a girl. Look at me…smile at me..and turn to your friends and say, “Yeah, total loser. But she’s her own superhero.” SPEAK. I’m perfectly unperfect.