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Things are getting worse. At least that kid who looks over everyones' shoulders isn't here while I'm writing this.

First of all, pimples. Heck, where did they come from?

Second. Birthday. Yeah, I know. It was my birthday before, but I didn't write an entry. That's because I had to stay in the house, where the computers are locked and the sites are blocked. (Hey, that rhymes. :-]) Anyway. It was boring. Yeah. The whole day, nothing really happened. No presents, a pretty good cake. The only thing surprising was that nearly ten people said Happy Birthday to me on Facebook. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing, since only ten out of the forty said that. At least a lot of people I know said it. Frank said it first, at about 12:32 am. It makes me wonder what he'd doing.

Third. Although this should have been second since it came first: THANKSGIVING! Yeah, there's a whole go over to other people's house thing. I actually played RockBand there. It was fun.

Fourth. If I don't know anything about my personal hygiene, I'm screwed.

Fifth. I can't stay awake. I don't know if it's just the past non-sleeps piling up on me, but it's getting hard to wake up in the morning. Maybe it's just because I stayed up until 2:00am every night for the three days (Thanksgiving to Saturday). But I slept earlier on Sunday, so I have no idea why I'm dying. Seriously, I'm myself.

Sixth. Love. I don't get it. It's all getting more and more confusing for me. It just doesn't work out anymore. There's all this about who loves who, and I'm getting involved in all of it somehow. I'm trying to stay low so no one notices me, but for some reason, I'm getting tied. ARGH!

Seventh. It's late. I gotta get home or else I'll get yelled at and don't sleep on time since I have homework heaps. (Hey, that's alliteration.)