Well, Rainbow (that's what your cover says, right?). I'm sure that you are surprised to hear from me again so incredibly soon. Wow. Back to back writing in here. Coolness. The first thing I will say is that I won the election and am A.S.B. Vice-President. Now I have yet another responsibility to take on. I really need time to do my homework. In fact, I shouldn't have a social life until I catch up. Whatever.

Today, Dylan was a total dick. I could about strangle him. He got mad at my sister because when he was vacuuming*, the cord came unplugged. He had an absolute cow and started yelling at her. So I got mad and told him he should keep quiet because he didn't know what he was talking about. Somehow the word "jerk" slipped in there (I don't know how that possibly could have happened!). He got totally pissed.

I left the room to talk to Rob when I came back, Mr. Jerk was banging the vacuum around and that kind of crap. So I said, "Oh, so I presume you're mad at me."

He turned the vacuum off in a huff and yelled, "Yes, I am!"

Then he turned it back on and started banging stuff again. I jumped on the vacuum and turned it off and he started totally yelling at me. I suggested that my sister leave the room, but she "couldn't," so we went into the library.

He said, "I can't stand it. You're always so sarcastic and you're a jerk to me!"

That pissed me off and I said that I had to stick up for my sister and blah, blah, blah. Then we stood there and glared at each other for a few minutes and then he whined, "I'm sorry."

WHAT A CREEP. Anyway. We made up and that's all taken care of. I'm still pissed off, but I guess everything is fine for now. When he gets mad, he gets so violent.

I swear, in the halls and stuff, he looks like a total stoner. He never talks, never smiles. I guess that's how he is in all his classes too. I wouldn't know because I've never had a class with him. Tori said that the only time he's ever happy is when he's with me. That scares me. Maybe he's evil.

I know. That's a terrible thought to think about my boyfriend. He is kind of cute and ugly all mixed together. It's hard to explain. I wish he would break up with me. I don't want us to break up, but I don't want us to go out anymore either. Maybe we should both just die. Then we won't have to worry about it anymore.**

I think that I should go now. It's almost 10 pm and I'm tired. I still have about 100 tons of homework to do. I could about puke.

Love ya,  *FYI: "Dylan" and I worked as janitors at our school that particular year, mostly so that we could stay an hour or more late at school and spend time together.

**It sounds like I'm suicidal, but I think I was trying to be funny?