...With my foot on your neck, I finally have you right where I want you...
February 19, 2003 | 1:52 p.m.

"Wow. I never knew you could get to second base by touching a box of Reese's Pieces."
- Graham

Oh Graham. Why don't you have any friends that are boys?

This is my name in Arabic. The first thing is the "im" part of my name and the second is the "K." Put together it makes the third one which happens to mean "how many?" The fourth one is a variation of the third and means "was" or "used to be." The girl who sits next to me in Physics is from Egypt. Her name is Wallaa and it means "beauty and honesty." Which is so much better than "how many?"

Oh, speaking of names someone said something mean to me because my diary name is killthemoon. Hopefully they were just kidding. This is something I have to clear up every once in awhile. I do not actually want to kill the moon. It's a line from a Matthew Good Band song:

"Kill the moon, turn out the sun.
Lock your door and load your gun."

I am not that morbid.

The pictures at toothpastefordinner.com make me laugh so much. Here are some. Also go buy Drew's postcard's on Swappington's. I think his name is Drew.

You know Alexis is mad at boys when:
she yells swear words
inside the library.

I have nothing to write about at all.

Everyone please go listen to Buried Myself Alive by The Used. It's the best song I've heard in a long long time.

...pulled along :: pulled apart...