By the way, I'm not actually that violent.

I lost my Celtic pendant today. It was the one that I made in metal class. It was the one that everybody exclaimed over. "Wow, that is so cool! You made that?" It took me, like, two weeks to make. I sense another night of silent crying.

I don't know what is wrong with me right now. It's like I'm perpetually PMSing these days. I feel a bit like John Kerry; I flip-flop about almost anything. I dunno, maybe stress is raging some giant battle against laziness and other such things inside of me.

I swear that I'm going to murder, or cause serious bodily harm to someone if I don't get my pendant back. I haven't decided who yet. Ooooo maybe Darren. I can't stand him.

I really want to break Siobhan's arm or her nose or something right now. I hate how she always assumes that I act depressed just to get attention. I was genuinely depressed today.

I want to punch something...or someone.

I really should play contact sports. Maybe I'll step on someone's foot while wearing tap shoes. That really hurts.

But alas, I'm too small to do much damage...or not.