Friday Kate and I built a snowfort for James while he wasn't home. We left the message "James we love you" and "We built you a fort" etched in the white fluff.

We did this after failing to find the end of the mile long line to see the ice palace. I took pictures of the brightly lit blocks of water from the outside, and we moved on.

We were dressed in ridiculous amounts of clothing.

I worked on Saturday. I was let off early due to lack of sales during the week. I wandered over to James's house. He, Rick, Steph, and Alex played on guitars. We watched Family Guy. I used James as a pillow. His mom thinks we're having sex. Later I was at Nic's where I watched a sick but beautiful display of high quality computer graphics on a flat screen hi defination tv.

Orange juice is eating away at the lining of my stomach.

This morning I went shopping with my mom. We looked at skirts and dresses as I told her about various occurences at school and with my friends. We joked with each other as she helped me pick out nice clothes for my trip. We shared chicken and rice for lunch.

I fought with a friend from school tonight. A past experience of my brother's came up in conversation. He had found a dead girl on his dorm patio on the one month anniversary of 9-11. My friend told me he wouldn't call the police, or even be involved at all if he found a dead girl. This upset me greatly. He also told me that people who commit suicide are retarded. I realize he's entitled to his opinion, but the fact that I have considered suicide in the past made me feel like he was calling me retarded. I know thats not what he was doing, but you don't always think clearly when you're angry. The way I flipped out on him wasn't justified, but I can't change what happened.

I'm tired.

a new piece melted @11:44 p.m.