You need to see my room. It's that big.

I am stalking Biz.

No, really. All day today I’ve run into her. And what good is it to see Biz without getting her attention? Or sitting at the computer in the library so I have this perfect view of her just to the right of my screen, sitting there reading a magazine and making her judgments on the “beautiful” people in them.
But you have to admit, of all the stalkers she could have, I’m the best. Hell, I think it started this morning with the biting thing. She knows what I’m talking about. You do, Biz, you know it.
I wondered where Shanny was in the library, only to see her walk in… funny how that happens. It’s that whole “speak of the devil…” thing. Only in this case, it was “think of the Shanny, and she appears!” Yes, I’m lame.
I’m also kind of hyper. I was totally tempted to purchase sugar from the vending machines on my way to the library. Glad I didn’t because, well… I’m sure the psycho teacher-sub for the class in here would have something to say. She is psycho. Biz and Shanny, you know it’s true!
I’m not paranoid.
Got a few memorable quotes out of Physics in the last few days…

“I consider myself somewhat of a feminist. But I also like pretty things!” –Kira

“I like coffee, I like tea…[insert a couple of verses sung here with Jake groaning in agony]…there is a third verse, but I’ll refrain.” –Kira

Jake mentioned his support of the military, and I did a little double take: “What? You looked at me like you’re a Democrat and I just said I was voting Republican!” (he knows that look, apparently having received such a look)

My typing sounds so loud in the now very quiet library. I wonder if Shanny and Biz over where they are can hear me and are thinking, “Damnit Hana, stop typing!”
So, since I'm getting paranoid, I'll stop.

Fin.

...Biz I'm looking at you right now.