My week was interesting, to say the least. Where shall I start? For one, my little sister got on Microsoft word and shut off the spell check, so I turned in a paper to my English professor under the impression that everything was in tip top shape. It wasn't. I made a sixty. That's the way things go sometimes, I suppose.

Next topic: my forensics class. A very enjoyable class (and the only one I have with Taylor; more on that later). We've been working on fingerprints this week, and I got to run around the school dusting every imaginable surface for fingerprints. A most enjoyable use of and hour and a half, I must say. Then the next day the police brought in a drug dog and we got to talk about that for about and hour. We got to hide drugs around the school and watch the dog track them down, and we got to watch the dog take off a guys arm! Friday, the whole class had to work on problems in the book while I put together an Imaginex roller coaster. It was pretty awesome....

I'm sure most of you are tired of hearing about my insignificant high school life and all of the insignificant high school problems that encompass it, but I think it's good for me. This is like my diary. Very therapeutic.

I've been bitten by the love bug. Some of you might remember Taylor; I mentioned her in one of my previous blogs. I keep finding myself inexplicably drawn to her. I've had crushes before, but none that were really reasonable. The high school cheerleader, the college girl across the blog, stuff like that. Now I have a girl, a very pretty girl, a very obtainable girl to go after, and I'm scared to death. She and I have developed a bond this last couple of weeks, starting with the first period fiasco, progressing on to her mentioning she loved quotes and me bringing her my personal copy of Readers Digest "Quotable Quotes", a compilation of quotes, which I have written in and marked up. I had a clean copy I lend out to friends that need...