all of cory's horoscopes say something along the lines of he's been thinking real hard and he's gonna make a big decision that he should let me in on and that he should not let other people affect and he'll be appreciated for letting me know what's on his mind.

for some reason, that does not strike me as comforting.

all my horoscopes tell me not to complain.

countin down the days til Cory (hypothetically) gets here... 50...

how many more days til the beginning of Thanksgiving Break? 21...

11:44 PM

I think it's funny how both my one and four keys happen to be sticking right now.

We lost the game but it was just another game. Christina's boyfriend has been our manager for the past two weeks and they've been going through some trouble. Tonight at the game, he had his back turned toward her and she cried. The main problem I see is denial. Christina may have faults but she's perfectly right to think some things may be wrong with them. Her boyfriend is a good guy, but completely blind. Either that or denying the fact that his girlfriend is going through something big.

I'm glad I stayed out of it, though.

I lost that chance to see Limp Bizkit. Because of this, I'm going to rebel all weekend and refuse to do anything. I will lay around on my ass. My mother and I have done nothing but argue all week and I'm sick of it so I'm putting my hands in my pockets and closing the door. If I don't do or say anything at all, that's one hundred and one less reasons for her to bitch at me for something. I'm supposed to go to this super conference for debate tomorrow, but there will be other debates. Right now I'm on a rampage.

I like my friends.

I have no plans to celebrate the dead. I've not been invited to any parties nor have I the resources to throw one. I guess I've had my head up my ass all week because I know there are some parties going on out there but I haven't been listening to anybody. The one I was going to go to was canceled because the girl got grounded. Surprise, surprise, Brooke knew about it. I'm not a total anti-social, here. I'm not popular, but I'm not a freak, damnit. hell. if I want to go to a party from now on, i'll throw my own.

or i could just go to numbers. i'm seventeen now, they have to let me in. waylon would take me. yes. yes!

i'm not completely crazed about finding something to do on halloween weekend, but i don't want to be at home in the presence of my mother. i know that sounds sad, but i really don't want to deal with her right now. i'm planning on going to oklahoma to stay with my dad if she doesn't let me go to michigan. if she doesn't let me see my dad, i've decided to cut my hair and dye it lime green. hey, i don't care about how i look, it's she who would be ashamed of me in public. she's the one who obsesses about the length of my hair anyway.

yes. rebellion tastes sweet on the sour tongue of teen.