For some weird reason, the quizes I reviewed for last night were moved to Monday. Oh, honestly, I can never decipher what's in a teacher's mind.

Nikki and I were really bored at Filipino class so we wrote a poem about how we would kill the people we hate. It's more of wishful thinking, nothing serious, mind you. While we were writing it, I was laughing so hard I nearly peed. I had a terrible time shutting up because my Filipino teacher freaks out at the littlest noise. Fortunately, I was not reprimanded. When I got home, I scanned the poem--it's here if anyone cares. The teeny-weeny handwriting is mine. Awful, isn't it?

Today, I decided that there was something I did not like about Dyancel. Which is reall y weird. Dyancel, who is perfect. Dyancel, who has no enemies. Dyancel, who is my friend. Or so I thought. After much thought, I decided that the thing I didn't like about her was that she is so secretive to me. Is it a coincidence or what, that she and Mako are always whispering about some secret that's probably lame when I'm around? And when I ask her what it's about, she goes, "Secret..." in that annoying tone I hate. Call it paranoia or whatever but I seriously think there is something up with that girl.

I seriously need to forget about that guy. At the end of the day, I was like, "Whew, not a single Mako incident today" when he suddenly came around going like, "Mako and Kathy sitting on a tree. F-U-C-K-I-N-G." The coke I was drinking nearly shot out from nose. Mako never was the horny type, I never thought he'd say something like that. The worse thing was, I felt stung when he said that--a sure sign that I was not over him yet. Damn.

At school, I discovered I had a bruise, which isn't exactly a bruise, on my right wrist. I'm saying it isnt exactly a bruise cause it isn't colored dark but there seems to be a lump where it is. It doesn't hurt much but it does if something hits it. I'm getting another doctor's opinion on it this saturday.

Guys, I have made an interesting discovery. Casey found out where my website is. We were supposed to stay away from each other's journal site but somehow we both found each other's journal. A little bird told me that he had been to my site . It's been weeks or months since I last read his journal(?). Now you're thinking, "This is the point where Lauren will become absolutely, positively furious. She will humiliate him in such a way that he will wish he had never been born." That's what you think I will do but NO. So why the sudden change? From asshole to angel, when did all this happen? I don't know what caused the sudden change , maybe time. Umm, for one thing, it doesn't really matter if he reads this or not. Besides, he can't do anything about what I write. I live across the world from him. And most of all, I want to keep whatever good times we had shared for what it is worth right now.

So it came as a coincidence and a surprise when Martin asked me in his email if I have forgiven Casey. At first I thought, no, never, no way. But then I had forgotten all that crap (view last entry of my "here be the girl" site) that came between us . And if the day comes he decides to talk to me again, I don't think I'd blow up at him. So....I guess, yeah, I forgive him. Martin told me they had a brief but friendly chat a few weeks ago .

Peter called me up today. When I suggested that he did, I thought he'd chicken out as usual but to my surprise, he said yes. We talked about random stuff for twenty minutes until my tutor came, and there were lesser periods of silence this time. That has been my longest overseas call I had with anyone and to think Peter will pay for all of this. He has heard our door chime twice through the phone and I know it sucks because it doesn't do a "ding-dong" but plays a tune.