I almost skipped physics yesterday. Almost. At the last moment the post office was closed and I "what the hell"ed myself on to a bus and made it.

Here is the deal, brooke: you're not going to drop these classes, because you don't want a W on your transcript. you're going to do rad in them like the last three, and the way you're going to do that is to attend them like they were all doctor's appointments.

Because they are. School is the midwife to the birth of a crazy new world. I want the crazy new world more than I want a damn nap.

I just need to remember this.

You can cut up mangos so they look like hedgehogs and take some in your lunch, did you know? It's the best idea ever.