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I just got back, and Jenn is "asleep." She sleeps with the door open (which would erk the hell out of me - she ALWAYS leave the door fucking open), but she also turns on the stereo, loud (which makes the door being open EVEN WORSE) and she is listening to the same song over and over and over and fucking over... It's a horrible song, something titled, "When the last tear drop falls," or some shit like that. She never asks if it's ok if she plays music like that, and loud. Maybe because it's her stereo and her CD, and I think a big part of her links to pretend I'm not here when she can.
Anyway. I'm tired of talking about Jenn.
I noticed a guy from my sociology class today. Not just noticed, but recognized. He was Mr. Jock of the 2000 class of OCHS, and he was sitting in the front row, left corner of my sociology class. I had not noticed him before... Maybe it was his stripped shirt, which I swear he wore in high school, too, that caught my attention. I just thought it was neat to see him. He seemed quiet enough - nothing like he was before. (or, my impression of him before.) Very neat.
Damn, I'm tired. Jenn woke me up again this morning while she got ready. And right now, I'm letting her play her music, and sitting quietly at this desk, when I wish I could be getting a snack before lunch, but I know the bag (I want chips 
would make too much noise. I'm going to have to talk to her about that.
Screw it, I'm hungry.
Much better.
Freak. I still need to recap from since last Friday.. I've only been fussing about Jenn. I have stuff written, and saved.... I just need to finish it and post it Maybe I'll do that tonight. Maybe.