Revolutionary Hero.

Maybe I'm overreacting, maybe I'm not. But my best friend might die from medicine to keep him out of pain?! Yeah, I'm totally overreacting. I hate valentine's day, William Dawes can burn in hell with it. Oh, speaking of the Revolution, I just finished my project I've been working on for two and a half weeks. And it's pretty kick-ass if you ask me. We didn't have honors tonight): Snowed out. Oh, but I wouldn't have gone anyway. My best friend wasn't going to be there and I didn't feel like arguing with Michael about who's the biggest dumb-ass. Besides, I'm so tired I could sleep on a bed of nails. I've just been kind of mopey-dopey allday. SPEAKING of day, I had this horrible dream last night--I'm still freaked out about it. Well, this is going to sound childish, but it was about Big Foot. But goddamnit, I'm still scared. I'd sleep with my shotgun if I could. It's too long to type and I'm too glad to have my after-school sleepy time back anyways. So I'm gonna go. See yah!!
xoxoxo (HATE valentines,