Well, my concert is tomorrow. Stupid Christmas Collage, we play nonstop and it's going to drive me nuts. I've had it up to here with cutting my fingers open on those stupid strings and having to look at Mr. Conceited for several hours at a time. Tomorrow we have an English test on the Scarlet Letter. I love that book, it has some wonderful morals such as: don't sell your soul to Satan or you'll be hung as a witch, cheat on your husband and you get a Satanic child and your husband shows up and drives your lover crazy, and last but not least: scourging your back will do no good when you're just plain crazy. Lauren got a new kitty cat after the last one kicked the bucket. I felt so bad, I had joked about running over the cat and then a few days later the cat was dead. Yeah... Some friend I am. But the new kitty is wittle and sweet and I wike her a wot.