I overreact. Maybe? I am absolutely in love with Leslie Feist. I have a Calculus test that I know nothing about tomorrow but I gotta cram all that knowledge in before 6 because then it's naptime with Korissa and power hour Monday. How nice that I set aside school work to drink. I need me a man. I'm too awkward with the male sex. Way too awkward. And obsessive. And creepy. I need to stop. I think I should always be drunk so that I can talk to people normally. I want these stupid shoes so badly: