(Part two of my last Journal entry)Fast-forward.Pause.The next morning, while doing my usual ruitine of pretending to be interested in the conversation that I was supposed to be part of, I noticed him walking towards me. I could lie and say that he had some romantic impulse, but that's not the way my story goes. He sat down next to me and simply smiled. I knew that my own smile was being painted...

Wake up, get dressed, maybe eat something (or pretend to, for the benifit of your parental units), brush your teeth, go to school, come home, do homework, sleep. Repeat.Sounds amazing, doesn't it? No, not at all. Ordinary. Boring.Well, my story of this day, the 6th of February, 2008 actually starts at about nine o-clock, last night. I logged onto all of my messengers, as usual, but I noticed...