My day went perfectly well. I got one of the highest in the Math exam, 51/75. Everyone else got either 20, 30 or 40, except of course, for the geniuses who got 60 and above. Well chill, I'm not perfect. But hey, it's something. P.E. was tons of fun. I left my P.E. uniform in school yesterday so I went to P.E. wearing the skirt cause my shirt was wrinkled. Fortunately, our uniform wasn't checked. Anyway, my teacher said we could play anything we wanted so Nikki and I decided to fool around with the dart board. It was so funny cause I keep throwing the dart pins too strong and they'd sail past the board sometimes. Good thing no one was behind it. I played a little bit of badminton too and I think I'm pretty good, despite the fact I was wearing a skirt and that I haven't touched a badminton racket in almost a year.

I even saw Gene today, which is a rare treat. He was buying something and a couple of photographs of him (in which he looked so darn cute) fell off his wallet which he didn't seem to notice. I was with Glyka when it happened and Gene knows Glyka a little. So I whispered to Glyka, "Hey look, Gene's pictures fell off his wallet. I wanna get one! Get me one! Wait a sec, I'll just wait for him to leave, then I'll pick it up. You think you can back me up or something?" I was being all giggly, girly and stupid, which is a typical Lauryn reaction whenever her crushes are around. But do you know what Glyka did? She went, "Hey Gene, your pictures fell off." Gene smiled (Lauryn died), picked up the pictures and walked away so he could do whatever it is seventeen-year olds do after school. I wanted to kill Glyka. She knew it was my ultimate goal to gather pictures of Gene and CK so I could have them blown up, framed and hung on my bedroom wall! I forgave her thirty minutes later cause Glyka and I were talking to a girl in her school bus who's a friend of Gene and CK, and she said she'll get me pictures of both. Whopee!

I'm gonna dye my hair blue this summer. Nah, not dye, I'm having it highlighted. Dying is too much, what if it never got off? I can't absolutely wait.

We're moving, and while I'm not exactly happy about it, I think I'll go along with the plan if I can get to study in Stephen's school. The pros: I'll be seeing Stephen everyday (except during the weekend), and then guys, guys, GUYS. I'll probably never see Alex unless Stephen wants me to come over or something. If she doesn't like me that much then it's probably good. But then I won't see Chris the RPG King either! :( And then there are my classmates and school friends. And my anime posters! They're stuck forever in my wall. How the hell am I supposed to move them as good as when they were brand-new? And there's that possibility of me being totally friendless in Stephen's school. Nah, I was wrong, moving sucks.

I cannot believe this. I'VE GOT A HUGE ZIT ON MY CHIN! This sucks.

I think people tend to overact too much. Today, they've finally ended the stupid Vizconde Massacre yadda yadda case which lasted for nine years. If my over-nationalistic Philippine History teacher knew that I wrote this, she would kill me, but that's the Philippines for ya. I honestly do not see what the big deal is about a little girl who got raped, killed and so with her mother and her sister. That's just three people. I mean, there is war in the world, and it doesn't take people nine years to investigate it, right? Plus, more than three people die in the war, with their body parts strewn all over the place and everything. And babies get aborted, but some moronic senator wants to make abortion legal. One very good sign that the Philippines will remain stagnant for the next few millenniums or so. I swear, Filipinos make very very big deals out of those stupid rape cases. Like the Echegary case. The whole nation was making a very huge fuss about this father who raped his daughter. So she got raped, big deal, but is she dead? No! She's alive and gloating, and her father got the death penalty. Rape is a bad thing and so with murder, but geez, do you have to oversensationalize it? I'm talking about how the media plays it way too much.

For some reason, I read Jessie's journal (Jessie is Chris W's ex or something like that). And all I can say is.....man. This is like one of those romantic movies I watch when afterwards, I jump out of the couch screaming, "I wanna have a boyfriend!" Distance sucks. But if Martin/ Peter/Casey probably lived as far as Jessie lived from Chris, I'd probably make it a point to see him/him/him once a month. Probably in a busful of druggies and crazies.

I guess it looks like I won't be able to call Stephen tonight and ask him what's eating Alex. I'll be going out to dinner with relatives. I do hope I won't eat too much. My so-called "diet" isn't working. Don't forget to keep loving even if you don't know what the heck the word means.

"....Love always protects, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails"