classes must be getting out cause there are people pouring into this place and making me more apprehensive about being here, not that i've ever been one to be apprehensive around people, but ah, things change. and anyone could see! oh, they could see what i am writing, what i am doing, and i know this because before i was on this computer i was sitting in a booth watching what people are doing, because i am a nosy voyeuristic eavesdropper spygirl, you know how we do. some sequel of the matrix is playing and it is loud and distracting from my chain of thoughts so i'm just kind of happily typing along and looking around the room as if i'm really doing something important. 'by the way.. is she not adolescent or something?' perhaps if i am so worried about people reading over my shoulder i should not write what they are saying. eehe, same boy just said, 'i gotta learn through osmosis or something, just set it on my head.' sorry sugar, but i've been trying that for years. oh oh oh, i don't have anything to say.. and i've got two more hours to go until nick is done with schooool. i don't know when his first class is over though. and, uh. uh. he's skipping out on work today. cause he's a boy who does things. wow. this is the most pointless thing ever. i should accumulate all the pointless things i have ever written and rate them in order of descending pointlessessness and i do not doubt that this would be on the top of the list. 'he's ecuadorian, but he believes he's...' i wish i had caught the end of that one.